September Is Here, Can You Remember Something You Did In A Previous September?

Grandma died on the 25th, went into labor at her funeral on the 29th of which I
had my last child (10lbs 2oz, that is why he was last, they kept getting bigger) on the 30th at 1:15am
Many years later I married my hubby on the 8th
 

When 12 in mid September I caught and told the biggest fish story to my Dad and the Mt. Shasta area. I saw a huge brown trout barely alive near the bank of the Sacramento River near Mt. Shasta. I picked it up and told my Dad the 30 minute fight I had to land it. We were so excited we entered it into the biggest trout caught that year contest. Winner gets $1000!! It didn't win.

When I was 40 I told him. He really did get mad at me for awhile.
 
Paco Dennis said:
When 12 in mid September I caught and told the biggest fish story to my Dad and the Mt. Shasta area. I saw a huge brown trout barely alive near the bank of the Sacramento River near Mt. Shasta. I picked it up and told my Dad the 30 minute fight I had to land it. We were so excited we entered it into the biggest trout caught that year contest. Winner gets $1000!! It didn't win.

When I was 40 I told him. He really did get mad at me for awhile.
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Isn't it an unwritten rule all good fisherman kind of stretch a story now and then? (y)
 
September has always been a very unlucky month for me.

My mother died when I was 18 ..she was just 39... on that Thursday in September .... exactly 7 days prior to her death , my paternal grandfather died....

My Paternal grandmother died several years later in September the same week that someone hit my parked car in a hit & run and wrote if off..

Today 3rd of September I've just been dignosed with Basel cell Carcinoma in 2 places... and will need surgery :(
 
I arrived back in the USA on September 7, 1966, after working and traveling overseas for five years. I had spent most of my money on the airfare from Paris to New York but had just enough to take a Greyhound bus to Buffalo. My plan was to hitchhike across Canada from there and re-enter the U.S. in Washington, but the Canadians would not allow me into Canada for lack of funds, so I ended up hitching from Buffalo to San Francisco, which took me five days.
 
On 911, the day after my birthday I lost my home and running around scrambling to find another place while everything was happening. My buddy who is born on 911 was driving me around helping. Listening to everything while doing all this made for an interesting day.
 
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hollydolly said:
September has always been a very unlucky month for me.

My mother died when I was 18 ..she was just 39... on that Thursday in September .... exactly 7 days prior to her death , my paternal grandfather died....

My Paternal grandmother died several years later in September the same week that someone hit my parked car in a hit & run and wrote if off..

Today 3rd of September I've just been dignosed with Basel cell Carcinoma in 2 places... and will need surgery :(
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So sorry, holly.
 
I don't recall any major personal events in my life or my family in the month of September. But I do keep a daily journal, so just out of curiosity, I went back to see what I wrote that was happening exactly 30 years ago today in our lives, and here's what I found:

September 3, 1995 Sunday
We left at 7:30 AM to go to Georgetown, TX. We stopped at a Chrysler dealer to look at a Dodge Stratus. It was almost $18,000! We went to Inner Space Caverns after stopping for lunch at a place called “Chuckwagon,” that had delicious homestyle food and a salad bar. We went to the Candle Factory in Georgetown, TX where they make candles. It was a fun day trip.

I know none of that is very interesting, except to show how much things can change in 30 years. The Dodge Stratus hasn't been made in years, and if it was, what a bargain it would be at $18,000! I heard the Chuckwagon Restaurant burnt down years ago, and the Candle Factory "collapsed" way back, killing 8 people inside, and was never rebuilt. The only thing that remains much the same today (open for tourists) is the Inner Space Caverns, pictured below.

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I remembered something else when I drove to the store a bit a go.
9/11 I was working at a child care center. The Asst. Director was upstairs in the office and quickly ran
down to tell us. The teachers with the TV's in room turned on that news. I was acting Asst Director that day
due to the owner being away. I flew through those rooms and made them turn off the TV's, the kids were seeing that!
Police came to guard our school in case of any harm aimed at schools. The kids were very frightened, we had to
call parents early so they could explain how they wanted to since these were kids under 5.
One child had to be taken for counseling afterward because when he saw the US flags on cars he began screaming,
that flag makes people die! I was quite upset over those 2 teachers and that TV viewing. They were younger teachers
with no kids of their own yet, was the excuse I was given for not reprimanding them. I didn't work there too much longer,
opened my own care site.
 
oslooskar said:
I arrived back in the USA on September 7, 1966, after working and traveling overseas for five years. I had spent most of my money on the airfare from Paris to New York but had just enough to take a Greyhound bus to Buffalo. My plan was to hitchhike across Canada from there and re-enter the U.S. in Washington, but the Canadians would not allow me into Canada for lack of funds, so I ended up hitching from Buffalo to San Francisco, which took me five days.
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I hitchhiked through various parts of the U.S. It wasn't easy. It was rather easy to get rides in Minnesota and Michigan. But very hard in North and South Dakota.
 
IrishEyes said:
I remembered something else when I drove to the store a bit a go.
9/11 I was working at a child care center. The Asst. Director was upstairs in the office and quickly ran
down to tell us. The teachers with the TV's in room turned on that news. I was acting Asst Director that day
due to the owner being away. I flew through those rooms and made them turn off the TV's, the kids were seeing that!
Police came to guard our school in case of any harm aimed at schools. The kids were very frightened, we had to
call parents early so they could explain how they wanted to since these were kids under 5.
One child had to be taken for counseling afterward because when he saw the US flags on cars he began screaming,
that flag makes people die! I was quite upset over those 2 teachers and that TV viewing. They were younger teachers
with no kids of their own yet, was the excuse I was given for not reprimanding them. I didn't work there too much longer,
opened my own care site.
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Although I was living upstate at the time, I used to live in N.Y.C. A friend of mine was working in the North Tower around the 65th or 66th floor. He made it out alive, thank God!
 
September is that month that wants to be summer, autumn, a new beginning, a solemn memorial, and a wistful poem all at once, and somehow it pulls it off.

September sits right on the edge of change. The light turns golden, the evenings cool down, and there’s this sense that something is ending while something else is just beginning. That overlap often stirs nostalgia. People look back at the warmth of summer while already sensing the quiet of fall. Writers latch onto that mood and turn it into imagery about fading days, harvest, memory, and time passing.

I was born on the 1st day of September and have danced with September 72 times now. Guess you could say I'm a pro at still learning. September is like a wistful poem because it hangs between summer and fall, making you miss what’s ending while noticing what’s quietly starting.

If September could write a short poem, it might go something like this:

I linger in golden light
Between heat and hush of night
Leaves whisper secrets in the breeze
And summer folds its warmth with ease
I am endings, I am new
A fleeting pause to think things through

EDIT: OH ... and I turned 16 one September and got my driver's license. That was kind of a big deal.
 
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I spose Sept has been significant in my personal life. In no particular order:

Wife's birthday * Mother passed away * Bought our first house * Friends passing away-- different years * had a medical emergency * SIL's birthday * Bought my best pair of speakers * Shed an ex * and hopefully I will be able to add another good thing, this month, but I won't know till next week.
 
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