I don't know if you remember this but when I was young and use to go visit Grandma Hays she use to confide in me...she would tell me stories of her youth, share with me her dreams and even sometimes expose her deepest, darkest secrets. Of course who could blame her, I was a
precocious and empathetic 8 year old who lived to please others, never selfish or self-absorbed...but this isn't a story about me, it is the story about a young mother and her youngest child. Shortly after giving birth to Wayne in the hospital the nurses and doctors quickly noticed how special a child he was. In his cradle, one of the nurses
accidentally left the nose-bulb next to the infant and he became hungry and his cries went unanswered the infant placed his fingers around the nose bulb and threw it against the wall...the old janitor still tells the story of being called in to patch the hole in the wall that went through the next three rooms from the
force that bulb was thrown. For a small town like
Magna, to have such a phenom among their residents was a source of great pride...when as a young toddler he pitched in the Little Le
Leche League for the
Pre-School Panthers baseball team and brought home the golden pacifier
trophy the town threw a parade for him...as he grew older his talents were noticed outside of the small sleepy town by for the coach granite district little league that was struggling to be financially viable during the rough and tumble times of the depression...if only there was someone whose pitching skills could bring in the crowds and fill the stadiums, if only the Granite District Beat Diggers could win the state
championship then the coach could live his ultimate revenge and beat Carlos
Espanolao his C
uban Nemesis. This child from
Magna was his only chance but there was only one problem....he was too young to compete and to add insult to injury he was too young by just one day. But the coach hatched a dark and evil plan to change the age of the young baseball phenom Wayne. The plan seemed so simple that it couldn't possible fail, and really who would be hurt by a change a birthday by one date? No one. Right? So he put his devilish plan into action. He recruited one of the top astronomers of the day to testify in front of the Utah Senate about how Galileo miscalculated the earth's rotation around the earth by 1/100 of a second and that if you add up all of those fractions of seconds all of our dates would be off by one day. Well everyone was in a panic about this, what would happen to us all? Would this cause all sort of technology and things that were dependent upon the clock to go haywire, could the earth spiral into the moon and explode in raging ball of fire? Who would save of from the perils of Galileo's gaff? One man stood up and led the masses to a solution. He suggested that they choose a day and remove it from existence...but what day would it be? The day he chose was
February 19, 1941. Everyone rejoiced for they were saved! All documents were required to remove the date Feb 19, 1941 from all official documents and that date was replaced with Feb 18, including birth certificates...and that is why although you all celebrated and called him to
wish him Happy Birthday on
February 18, only I got it right and wished him happy birthday on his true birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOPSIE PINGLE!!!!