Sunday

Apr. 6, 1997

I Have Lived and I Have Loved

by Anonymous

SUNDAY 4/6

Today's Reading: "I Have Lived and I Have Loved" by an anonymous author.

Today is the 60th birthday of singer Merle Haggard, who started writing songs while serving time in San Quentin. He was born in Bakersfield, California, 1937.

It's the 68th birthday of pianist and conductor Andre Previn, born in Berlin (1929), and conductor of many orchestras including the Houston Symphony, London Symphony, Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra, and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

It's the birthday if geneticist James Dewey Watson, who, along with Francis Crick and Maurice Wilkins, won the 1962 Nobel Prize for the discovery of the molecular structure of DNA. He was born in Chicago in 1928.

Baritone sax player Gerry Mulligan, who helped popularize "cool jazz," was born on this day in Queens Village, New York, 1927.

It was on this day in 1917 that the United States declared war on Germany.

On this day in 1896, the Olympic Games were resumed in Athens, Greece, with eight countries participating: Denmark, England, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Switzerland, and the United States.

The Church of Latter-Day Saints was founded on this day in 1830 by Joseph Smith, Jr..

It's the birthday of the Shoshoni woman Sacajawea , who acted as a guide and interpreter for Lewis and Clark during their expedition. She was born in Idaho in 1786.

It's the birthday of painter and architect Raphael, born in Urbino, what is now Italy, in 1483.

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