The Month of July: Cumulus Clouds and Hot Dogs With Relish

Dear George,

There are so many excellent months, it’s hard to know which one is best.  In October the forest changes from greens to yellows and reds.  December, everything is bathed in pure white and you can see your own breath.  In April and May the trees and the spring flowers burst into bloom.  In June the long school year comes to its end.  At this moment, though, I think that July tops them all.  It’s absolutely the best for sunshine and warm weather, swimming, baseball, fireworks, Grand Slam tennis, and yard sales.  It’s also way up there for parades, hours of daylight, playing tennis and golf, picnics, camping, drive-in movies, dog walking, bicycling, jazz at Clifton Plaza, zoo outings, and strawberry ice cream.  Here are some of the other things about July that make it a special month.  

Love,

Dave

JULY FLOWER:  The Water Lily, symbolizing joyfulness, fickleness, and sweetness.  (10) (Note: numbers in parentheses refer to sources at the end.) 

JULY GEM: The ruby, guaranteeing health, wisdom, wealth, and success in love.  (10)  

JULY COLOR: Red.  Red party foods for July include apples, red jello, watermelon, red velvet cake, and red beans.  (13) 

JULY ZODIAC SIGNS: Cancer (June 21 - July 22) and Leo (July 23 - Aug. 22).  (15) 

TEN INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT JULY: 

• July was named after Julius Caesar who was born on July 12, 100 BC.  Before that, this was the fifth month in the Roman calendar and was named Quintilis (“Quint’ meaning five in Latin).  (11) 
• July is the warmest month of the year in the Northern hemisphere and the coldest month of the year in the Southern Hemisphere.  (15) 
• Up until the 1700’s the word “July” in English rhymed with “duly” or “truly”, with the stress on the first syllable.  (5) 
• July is sometimes called the Hay Month because the grass dries out due to a lack of rain and can be made into hay.  (3) 
• Seven U.S. presidents have died in July — more than any other month.  These were: Thomas Jefferson, July 4, 1826; John Adams, July 4, 1826; James Monroe, July 4, 1831; Zachary Taylor, July 9, 1850; Ulysses S. Grant, July 23, 1885; Martin Van Buren, July 24, 1862; and Andrew Johnson, July 31, 1875. (5) 
• More countries celebrate their Independence Day in July than in any other month: July 1 in Somalia and in Surinam, July 3 in Belarus, July 4 in the United States, July 5 in Venezuela, July 9 in Argentina and South Sudan, July 10 in the Bahamas, July 20 in Colombia, July 21 in Belgium, July 26 in the Maldives, July 28 in Peru, and July 30 in Vanuatu.  (6)
• Americans eat approximately 150 million hot dogs on the Fourth of July. (7) 
• A study of 62 million death certificates found that fatal medication errors peak in the month of July at U.S. teaching hospitals.  This is the month that new medical school graduates report for their residencies.  (1)
• In 2010 fireworks in the U.S. caused 15,500 reported fires, 8 deaths, and $36 million in property damage. (7) 
• Each July the Tour de Donut, a 30-mile bike race, is held in Stanton, Illinois.  Riders take 5 minutes off their time for each donut that they eat along the route.  (11) 

TEN PEOPLE BORN IN JULY WHO HAVE MADE MY LIFE BETTER

Larry David, comedian, writer, producer, July 2, 1947

Louis Armstrong, jazz musician, July 4, 1900

Frida Kahlo, painter, July 6, 1907

Arthur Ashe, tennis player, July 10, 1943

Henry David Thoreau, author, July 12, 1817

Ingmar Bergman, film director, July 14, 1918

Ginger Rogers, actress, dancer, July 16, 1911

Ernest Hemingway, author, July 21, 1899

Carl Jung, psychoanalyst, July 26, 1875

Jacqueline Kennedy, First Lady, public figure, July 28, 1929. (4, 10) 

THE FOURTH OF JULY.  The Fourth of July holiday, as we know, celebrates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence in Philadelphia on July 4, 1776.  Through it, the Continental Congress declared the 13 American colonies a new nation, no longer part of the British Empire.  Massachusetts in 1781 was the first state to recognize July 4 as a state celebration.  In 1938 Congress made it a paid federal holiday.  In my childhood our families shot off fireworks at the Caley’s home on the shore of Green Bay.   (15) 

TEN MORE JULY HOLIDAYS:

World UFO Day (July 2) 

Sidewalk Egg Frying Day (July 4)

International Kissing Day (July 6) 

Teddy Bear Picnic Day (July 10) 

Cheer Up the Lonely Day (July 11) 

Embrace Your Geekness Day (July 13) 

Cow Appreciation Day (July 15) 

Yellow Pig Day (July 17) 

National Talk in an Elevator Day (July 26)

National Sleepy Head Day (Finland) (July 27)  (9, 15) 

FULL MOONS IN JULY: The Full Moon in July is called the Buckmoon in the Northeast, the Ripe Cherry Moon in the Great Plains region, the Giant Cactus Moon in the Southwest, the Killer Whale Moon in Western Canada, and the Hay Moon in Great Britain.  (16)

TEN NEWSWORTHY JULY EVENTS:

July 6, 1942.  Anne Frank and her family went into hiding in Amsterdam.  

July 7, 1947.  An alien spacecraft was reported to have crashed near Roswell, New Mexico.  

July 12, 1962.  The Rolling Stones performed their first concert in London.  

July 16, 1951.  The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger was published. 

July 20, 1969.  Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin stepped onto the surface of the Moon. 

July 24, 1974.  The Supreme Court ordered Richard Nixon to surrender the Watergate tapes. 

July 26, 1941.  President Roosevelt ordered the seizure of all Japanese assets in the U.S. 

July 26, 1948.  President Harry Truman signed an executive order ending segregation in the U.S. armed forces.  

July 29, 1981.  Lady Diana Spencer and Charles, Prince of Wales, married at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London.  

July 30, 1965.  President Johnson signed the Social Security Act of 1965, establishing Medicare and Medicaid.  (11) 

TEN CHEERY SONGS ABOUT JULY:  Fourth of July, Asbury Park (Bruce Springsteen); Goodbye July (Shayna Leigh); July Flame (Laura Veirs), July Morning (Uriah Heel); July, July (The Decemberists); Mississippi In July (Charlie Worsham); On the Fourth of July (James Taylor); Summer Night In July (Robbie Rivera and Kay); Sunset in July (311); Winter in July (Bomb the Bass)  (12, 14) 

JULY FOLKLORE:  If ant hills are high in July, a hard winter is coming.  (16) 

JULY QUOTE: “My life, I realize suddenly, is July.  Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.”  (Rick Bass, fiction writer)   (2)

WHAT I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO IN JULY.  Having spent five weeks not walking much because of a strained Achilles tendon, I hope to become fully healed in July which means that I will: take hikes at Miami Whitewater Forest, resume line dancing, do the treadmill, walk to and from my office, and go to the Brookville Flea Market.  I also expect to watch lots of Wimbledon in July, celebrate a big birthday, go to the last opera of the season, and maybe even take a trip.  July looks like a great month.  

SOURCES: 

(1) www.abcnews.go.com, “The ‘July Effect’”

(2) www.brainyquotes.com, “July Quotes” 

(3)  www.ducksters.com, “July in History”

(4) www.entourages.com, “Facts about July” 

(5) www.express.co.uk, “Top 10 facts about July” 

(6) www.gone-ta-pott.com, “Facts About the Month of July” 

(7) www.greenblue.org, “Top Five Fun Facts: July”

(8) www.historyplace.com, “This Month in History: July” 

(9) www.mentalfloss.com, “17 Offbeat Holidays You Can Celebrate in July” 

(10) www.nobelcom.com, “Fun Facts about the Month of July” 

(11) www.populturemadness.com, “July Trivia” 

(12) www.songfats.com, “Songs with Months in the Title” 

(13) www.webclipart.about.com, “Fun Facts About July”

(14) www.who-sang-that-song.com, “Month Songs: July” 

(15) www.wikipedia.org, “July”

(16) www.witchipedia.com, “July”

A Better Mousetrap

Dear George,

I think I was a barbarian as a child.  Among other things, this showed up in my zest for killing mice.  Because we lived in the country, our house was home to lots of creatures, especially when the weather got cold.  When I turned twelve, my job was to bait the mouse traps in the kitchen and dispose of any corpses that were there the next day.  I’d get up first thing in the morning and run to the kitchen.  If I found a dead mouse I’d wake up my younger brother Steven and show him the victim.  Then we’d take it out and bury it in the field.  I don’t know how many mice I trapped during those years, but it must have been in the dozens. 

Now, quite a few decades later, I’ve definitely mellowed.  My interest in exterminating mice has dropped to zero (or even -20).  Last week when our cleaning lady said that she’d found mouse droppings behind our toaster, Katja insisted that I go to the hardware store and get some traps.  I was delighted to discover that they stocked a humane, no-kill mouse trap.  It cost three times as much as the regular guillotine-like traps, but I bought it without a second thought.  It’s such an ingenious invention.  The heart of it is a long tube that rests upon a fulcrum so that, when a mouse walks into the tube to get the cheese at the far end, it tilts the tube forward, and the door slams shut behind them.  The mouse isn’t hurt at all, and one can free it in a pleasant, wildlife-friendly environment. 

I baited the trap that night with Cheez Whiz, and I got up early the next morning to see what had happened.  I was excited to discover that the door to the trap was closed.  I got dressed and took the trap down the street to a large, wooded lot on a hillside.  I set the trap on the ground, opened the door, and waited for the mouse to back his way out.  When he didn’t appear, I tilted the trap up so he would slide out.  Still no mouse.  I carefully peeked into the tube.  To my shock, it was empty.  The cheese was gone, but the mouse had somehow escaped.  I couldn’t imagine how that happened.  Such a clever mouse. 

I set up the trap the next night and checked the following morning.  The same story.  Closed door, no cheese, no mouse.  On the third morning the door wasn’t closed, and the cheese was still there.  I decided that the mouse had wised up to my tricks and was not going to mess around.  On morning four the door was closed again, but the cheese was still inside, and the mouse had obviously escaped.  

I haven’t given up on this excellent trap, and I’ll set it again tonight.  I am wondering if the mouse’s family members have figured out how to release him or her.  In any case, I’ve decided  that my new mousetrap is even more humane than I’d first imagined.  First of all, it leads to humanitarian behaviors on my part, and I feel like a better person as a consequence.  And it’s even more favorable for the mouse.  He gets free cheese and can continue to live in out house with his family and his babies. He probably feels very smart.  All things considered, it’s the best of all possible worlds for humans and for mice. 

Love,

Dave

Postscript.  A couple of days after writing this I checked the trap again, just out of curiosity.  When I shook it, I thought I heard a sound inside.  I opened the end and saw inside a shriveled up mouse corpse.  It was covered in a mucousy fluid that spread over the floor of the trap and had leaked out onto the kitchen counter.  I speculated that it was some bodily fluid that mice emit when they are being slowly tortured to death.  Disgusted with myself, the trap, and the mouse’s sad body, I put the corpse in our garden and threw the ten-dollar trap in the garbage can.  Humane traps, I realized, are the old-fashioned kind that instantly snap and break the mouse’s neck.  I’ve decided, though, to go with no traps at all.  Mice can live in our house.  They’re cute, quiet, invisible, and they’re not causing anybody any trouble.  I might even start putting out cheese in the evening.   

Sweetheart Visit

Dear George,

We had our spring family get-together last weekend when our son J drove up from New Orleans with our granddaughter V and grandson L.  The children are turning nine in September and continue to grow up at a steady pace.  V had a new haircut which was quite “in”, and L had grown 7 inches in the past year.  They successfully completed their first year in their new school (switching from Spanish-speaking to English-speaking).  Their grandfather tested them on multiplication and spelling, and they are definitely whizzes.  Here are some of the things that we did.

Love,

Dave

On the way up from New Orleans

Our group stopped at Mammoth Cave

That is my favorite spot on earth

J learned it was mapped by a slave

Saturday morning we went to the zoo

The elephant swam in his pool

We saw Fiona’s huge parents.

And the painted dogs were so cool

The children love eating at Skyline

They each had a junior three-way

Chili and cheese is addictive

The energy lasts a full day

From Skyline we went down to Graeter’s

Our street is so good for ice cream

The children lapped up their lemon sorbet

I think they had found their true dream

The children like to search in our attic

They find all this interesting stuff

V picked a pair of dolls to bring home

L seemed to think two were enough

Donna came by for a visit

She brought fresh rugula to share

V showed her all of her animals

Donna thought the children so fair

Our Father’s Day brunch was at Big Boy

Bacon and eggs and French toast

We had two fathers in our family group

And both enjoyed it the most

The Museum Center had costumes from Star Wars

Chewbaca, Yoda, Darth Vader

The costumes were fantastic and elegant

Lord Sith was clearly the nadir

Later we drove to the Valley Thrift

It’s the top of our local thrift stores

V picked out the best bathrobe ever

While I bought a few dinosaurs

We all went for pizza at Deweys

Plain for L, mushrooms for V

The grownups had the Bronx Bomber

We ate every slice but for three

We walked down the street to Toku Baru

J gave the kids twelve bucks to spend

V picked out an incense burner

And L chose spinners by the end

Monday we went to the Sunlite Pool

Though I got us lost on the way

The children loved all the sprays and slides

Coney Island was such a fine day

Katja prepared a filet mignon dinner

It was the very last step of their stay

Our sweethearts set off at nine p.m.

Thirteen hours, they stopped on the way

All of these visits are wonderful

And all of them wind up too quick

The children grow more every single time

Keeping up with the youth is some trick

Best of Friends

Dear George,

My parents were part of such a great circle of friends in Menominee.  I’ve never seen anything quite like it elsewhere.  These were business and professional people who maintained close friendships for half a century or more.  They had regular parties and get-togethers of all sorts – community theater, Great Books discussion groups, poetry and art parties, jazz gatherings, oil painting outings, hunting camp get-togethers, boat trips, golfing, picnics on the Bay, Fourth of July celebrations, Xmas visits, etc.  Part of it was probably due to living in a small town.  People were in close proximity, and there weren’t a lot of big city-like events (e.g., symphony concerts, pro sports) so people relied much more on socializing with one another.  One of my childhood friends told me recently that my father had explained to her that their generation had come of age in the midst of the Great Depression, and, lacking money and job opportunities elsewhere, all of them had remained in their hometown near their families.  Recently, browsing through my father’s photographs, I found a set that he’d taken before an annual New Year’s Eve party at Riverside Country Club.  Here are some of the couples who made up this wonderful social group.

Love,

Dave

Jackie and Marty Burke

The Burkes lived at Pine Beach in Marinette with their three kids, Skipper (Martin Jr.), Ann, and Robbie.  Skipper was one of my best childhood friends. When we visited, we’d go swimming in Green Bay. 

Florence and Bill Caley

The Caley family, with kids Bill, Tom, and Bruce, lived at Northwood Cove on the Green Bay shore, just north of the city limits.  The Caleys hosted a big Fourth of July beach party each year, and fathers and sons would go to Peshtigo to buy the fireworks.  

Nan and Jes Jacobsen

The Jacobsens had three girls, Nancy, Jeanne, and Mary Nell.  Jes used to get Green Bay Packer tickets for our family, and we stayed at their Green Bay shore cottage during family reunions.  

Vic and Ruth Mars

The Mars, with their kids Mary and Charley, also lived at Northwood Cove.  Vic was a painter; Ruth a gardener.  They hosted a Christmas Eve Party where we children hid behind chairs and sofas and watched Santa’s visit.  (He actually was there.) 

Mike and Jean O’Hara

The O’Hara’s, with their four kids, Terry, Michael Dennis, Kiera, and Sean, lived on the Green Bay shore, and we spent a lot of time together as families, the kids swimming in the Bay or the river.  A Menominee lawyer, Mike served on the Michigan Supreme Court and was a devout Green Bay Packer and Notre Dame fan.   

John and Ruth Sargent

The Sargents, with their son John (and maybe other siblings), were the third family at Northwood Cove.  John was a junior fellow golfer at Riverside Country Club.  When our family first moved to our house on the river and had no electricity, John Sargent would periodically come and start up the gas-powered electricity generator in our garage.  

Dick and Muriel Sawyer  

Dick Sawyer was my dad’s law partner.  The Sawyers, with Susan, Barb, and Chip, lived in a grand house on State Street.  Dick had a hunting camp in the county, and my dad and I joined him for a duck hunting outing. 

Martina and Pat Steffke  

Because of his army assignment in Austria at the end of World War II, Pat met and married Martina, an opera singer.  We ten year old boys thought she was the most beautiful woman we’d ever seen.  The Steffkes, with son Sammy, lived on the Green Bay shore. 

Jean and Margaret Worth

The Worths lived on State Street with their three daughters, Dooley, Ann, and Jeanie.  Jean was the editor of the Menominee Herald-Leader and a prominent U.P. historian.  The Worths owned a hunting camp at Cedar River where we and many other families enjoyed frequent happy outings.  

Everyone Loves Fiona

Dear George,

Thanks to YouTube videos, our Cincinnati Zoo’s baby hippo, Fiona, has become the most famous hippo in all of history.  She has over half a million followers on Facebook, and views of her videos run into the millions.  Born six weeks early on Jan. 24, 2016, Fiona weighed less than half as much as the average hippo newborn, and there was grave concern about her survival.  Now her size, weight, and health status are equivalent to hippos born after a full-term pregnancy.  Katja and I check for Fiona updates every day, and I have to admit that I’ve adopted her as my muse.  Here’s my update.

Love,

Dave

      Everyone Loves Fiona

My wife says Fiona is beautiful

I myself think she’s ugly-cute

She could be hired by Looney Tunes

Such a pudgy little hippo galoot

Fiona was a six-week preemie

They doubted they’d keep her alive

She weighed only twenty-nine pounds at birth

The smallest had been fifty-five

This newborn was too weak to nurse with her mom

The humans took over her care

She got early food through an intravenous tube

For months it was scare after scare

Twenty-five people joined Fiona’s team

Keepers, techies, and vets

They called her “Little Spoon” from snuggling

Perilous work but they had no regrets

Fiona gained pounds, got ready for her pool

She learned how to climb down the ramp

Soon she was paddling from side to side 

As though it were summer camp

Now Fiona’s at home in the water

She glides along the bottom of her pool

Then she’ll come up for a quick snootful of air

Dive back down through her own whirlpool

Fiona’s been learning to run here and there

She’s speedy though not a gazelle

Curious about every new plaything

Which she seeks out to nudge and to smell

This baby is such a good eater

All day long she has formula and hay 

This week she reached over two ninety pounds

She will wind up three thousand, they say

Her parents are Bibi and Henry

Together they weigh three point five tons

This youngster must get bigger to be with them

So she won’t be squashed by their buns

We keep a close eye on Fiona

Her YouTube videos are grand

This hippo’s the source of our smiles and laughs

When we meet her we’ll do a handstand