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My sister is grumpy today.
For the first twelve years of her life, her birthday was a holiday. No school or parents working on her day. Her day. Then in 1971, Memorial Day became one of the “Monday holidays” which means that her birthday only lands on a holiday every seven or eight years. This year, when it falls almost a full week before her birthday, is one that she particularly dislikes. Even after five decades, she still takes this personally.
It never bothered me as a kid that she had her birthday on a holiday. My folks didn’t actually make a bigger deal about it because of the holiday and I still got to go to the pool (in Missouri, the public pools
usually opened on Memorial Day). I still got the dinner of my choice and a birthday cake with lots of frosting. All good, even with no holiday in sight.
My birthday is in August. There are only two months during the year that don’t have big, recognized holidays in them. August is one of them. June is the other, but I always thought June redeemed itself by having the end of school. And, of course, since I moved to Minnesota, I have always counted the State Fair as a holiday, thereby making August one of the best holiday months.
Even though we won’t be having the Great Minnesota Get Together this year, I don’t hold August responsible for that. But my sister probably would.
If you could move your birthday to a holiday, which holiday would you choose? And why?