Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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Today is the 4th day of the 48th week, the 30th day of the 11th month, the 335th day of 2016, and:
Cities for Life Day
Computer Security Day
Independence Day: Barbados from the United Kingdom in 1966; South Yemen from the United Kingdom in 1967
National Meth Awareness Day
National Methamphetamine Awareness Day
National Mousse Day
National Stay at Home Because You're Well Day
Perpetual Youth Day
Rabi'I -- the start of the third month of the Muslim calendar
Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting
Sigd -- symbolizes the acceptance of the Torah, one of the unique holidays of the Beta Israel (Ethiopian Jewish) community, and is celebrated on the 29th of the Hebrew month of Cheshvan
Women Wednesday [AKA Women Crush Wednesday] – a meme where you supposed to post info about a woman you admire
ON THIS DAY: In 1707 the second Siege of Pensacola came to end with the failure of the British to capture Pensacola, Florida. In 1872 the first-ever international football [AKA soccer] match took place at Hamilton Crescent, Glasgow,between Scotland and England. In 1886 the Folies Bergère staged its first revue. In 1934 the LNER Class A3 4472 Flying Scotsman became the first steam locomotive to be authenticated as reaching 100 mph. In 1954, in Sylacauga, Alabama, United States, the Hodges meteorite crashed through a roof and hits a woman taking an afternoon nap; this is the only documented case in the Western Hemisphere of a human being hit by a rock from space. In 1982 Michael Jackson's second solo album, Thriller was released worldwide; it will become the best-selling record album in history.
Participation in fandom seems to start pretty young. My son was a Star Wars collector and my daughter concentrated on Smurfs and Strawberry Shortcake. Back in the day, Davy Crockett was the thing. For me it was horses – and it was almost an obsession, which considering I was a pudgy unathletic little girl who lived in the suburbs and only saw a horse from afar now and then, seems to defy reason. There was absolutely no chance that I would ever own a horse. When I was little, the Baltimore Raceway was just across Martin’s BLVD and my father once took me to watch the trotters warming up, but I was never allowed to go back – crossing that very busy highway really wasn’t something you wanted a kid doing and my father did have a problem with betting, in all fairness to my mother. But if a book had a picture of a horse on it, I read it. I had little rubber models of horses [my parents wouldn’t invest in the beautiful Breyer models to make a herd] and I used to take my throw rugs and create mountains and valleys and tell all kinds of stories about them, finding them far more fun than dolls. Walter Farley’s stallion Flame was the alpha male of course – I loved those stories of the island – but there was an older little black horse with a missing fetlock who limped through my tales. Blackie was the wise one of the herd, the one who thought a bit differently. Flame often stopped and listened to him, and had been known to fiercely protect him from the predators. There were females and males in the herd and everyone didn’t like everyone else, which is how the conflicts would arise. One of the worst punishments my mother inflicted was when she was so angry that she grabbed the little toy suitcase full of the models and threw them all away – and one of the worst spankings I got was when I rescued them from the garbage and tried hiding them under my bed and they were confiscated again, permanently this time because my mother decided I was too old to have them. I fantasized about working at a stable and earning enough for lessons, but never did anything about it because there wasn’t anywhere I could get to on my bike [the race course had closed up long ago] and my mother certainly wasn’t going to drive me.
The obsession slowly waned -- in 5th grade, I discovered the world’s greatest consulting detective and then in 8th grade, I got 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea for Christmas. Both of these were totally different fandoms and set me careening off on a different track. Later, as an adult, I had an opportunity a couple of times to ride and took each one eagerly, although I was intimidated a bit by the sheer size of the animal. Learning to ride, really ride, being able to bond with a horse even if it means dealing with my allergies and mucking out the stable, is still on my bucket list.
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