Monday

Sep. 2, 1996

Pommes de Terre

by Edward Abbey

MONDAY 9/2

Today's Reading: "Pommes de Terre" by Edward Abbey from EARTH APPLES, published by St. Martin's Press (1994).

Today is Labor Day, the first Monday in September - set aside as a holiday since 1886.

The 20th Annual Septemberfest starts today at the Kittery Trading Post in Kittery, Maine.

The 53rd Annual Agricultural Fair takes place today in Guilford, Vermont.

The Bangor Labor Day Road Race is held today in Bangor, Maine.

On this day in 1945, also called V-J Day, World War II came to an end in Tokyo Bay, on the deck of the U.S.S. Missouri.

Jazz pianist and composer Horace Silver, was born on this day in Norwalk, Connecticut, in 1928.

On this night in 1916, England was raided by 13 German Zeppelin airships. One was shot down and crashed in flames in Hertfordshire, near London.

Professional baseball player and sporting-goods manufacturer, Albert Goodwill Spalding, was born on this day in 1850.

Poet and journalist Eugene Field, remembered for his children's poems including "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod," was born on this day in St. Louis in 1850.

It's the birthday in Honolulu in 1838, of Liliuokalani, the last Hawaiian sovereign to govern the islands before they were annexed by the United States in 1898.

On this day in 1189, Richard the First was crowned in London, forcibly taking the crown from his father, King Henry the Second. His first act as king was to free his mother, Eleanor, from the Tower of London, where his father had imprisoned her 16 years earlier.

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