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Who’s Idea Was This…

…Daylight Savings Time.

Or, as Mother called it, Fast Time.

Back when we were kids and we’d make the 400 10 hour trip from Germantown, Ohio to Lexington, VA, Mother would always say, “I always forget that they’re on Fast Time here.”

Ohio didn’t do it back then.  Not until the Nixon administration pushed for the entire coutry to go on it.

Tricky Dick, as part of the Energy Conservation Act of 1973 (see, we have cared about Mother Earth for longer than all you whippersnappers think!), added a nationwide change to DST which started in 1974. 

Wake UP earlier!!

Yes, there were a few rebels, Arizona and Indiana come to mind.  They just didn’t get it, bless their hearts.

Much of the US and Europe have used DST in one way or another since WW I. 

See We Can Start The Game Later!

When Wilson was President.

It was used by Germany and Austria, the enemy at that time, to conserve fuel to make electric power.  On April 30, 1916, all the clocks under German control jumped forward and stayed that way until October 1 of the same year. 

Then everyone got their hour of sleep back.

The plan was not formally adopted in the U.S. until 1918. ‘An Act to preserve daylight and provide standard time for the United States‘ was enacted on March 19, 1918.

Some call it Victory.

Use in the United States was sporadic at best.  It wasn’t until the Uniform Time Act of 1966 that most of the country got on board.  With the exceptions of aforementioned Arizona and Indiana.

In the UTA of 66, LBJ, the sitting President signed the bill that had DST begin on the 1st Sunday in April and end on the last Sunday in October.

Spring Forward!

Just to prove they were worth the votes, the congress of 1986 decided to change things again.  They added the “2 AM” rule, where time changes were made nationwide per time zone at 2 Am.  Just to make things even more uniform. 

In 2005, another change was made…they made it even longer – to quote Stewie, “Thanks a pant load!”  It was to start on the Second Sunday in March, take that April, and end on the First Sunday of November.   I suppose it allowed all the Halloween revelers to drink an hour more.  This is when Indiana finally drank the kool-ade and set the clocks ahead.

Those crazies in Arizona are still fighting the battle against it.  I suppose they have enough heat out there.

Ben Franklin is credited in some cases with “inventing” DST.  Much like Al Gore’s invention of the internet, this is not really fact.  He did suggest while the American Envoy in Paris, that the Parisians save candles by rising earlier to use morning sunlight -wax shortage?  His invention cred probably comes from that.  And after all, he was the father of the adage “early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.”

Thanks Ben!

Modern DST was proposed by G. V. Hudson, a New Zealander with time on his hands.  He was an entomologist who collected bugs, and he liked the idea of after work daylight time.  Like I said, he had time and probably bug doo doo on his hands.  This also where the “fist-bump” was first used.

Modern Father of DST, G V Hudson

In reality, Daylight Savings Time and all other standard times like Time Zones and such were created by necessity, you know, the Mother of Invention.   No, not Zappa,  Railroads.  Once Europe, The Orient Express, and the United States started crisscrosssing continents with rails, standard schedules were quite necessary.  Afterall, even Mussolini kept the trains running on time.

Even today there are many countries who say, “Fagetaboutit!

World Wide Use of Daylight Saving Time.

Blue = DST, Orange = We quit using it,  Red = We never used it.

DST brings mixed feelings.  There are positive economic effects, retailers and sports producers love it.  Farmers love it.  Public safety folks like it because there is more evening light and less cover for crime.  But most medical professionals feel it has negative impacts as well.  They get all twitchy about the Vitamin D v. Too much Sun Exposure argument.  Please ignore the tan.

But as for me, I get UP early, yet it always throws me off for a few days weeks months.  Ok, I’ll admit it, I’m pretty grumpy until I get my hour of sleep back in November.

Now you know.

Chester Greenwood of Farmington, Maine was awarded patent #188,292 for Ear-Muffs on this date in 1873.

Not cool, but very warm!

He was 15 years old.

He reportedly came up with the idea while ice skating, and had his grandmother sew tufts of fur (get over it PETA!) between loops of wire.

He went on to manufacture these ‘ear protectors’ for almost 60 years.

Chester as a grown man, staying warm.

He provided jobs for folks in the Farmington area for the rest of his life!

And he kept Americans warm.

No Wings For NASCAR!

What, did they run out of Ranch Dressing?

Some may say there are already enough changes in NASCAR, No more Winston, no more Dale Sr., no more Southern 500, and now this…no more wings, and add spoilers. 

That’s right, spoilers.

WHAT, NO WINGS

They are only minutes away from making  a small change to the cars, granted, it’s small, but it could drastically change and impact how the races go from here on out.  

Well, at least until they make more changes, which it seems they are never gonna’ stop doing.  They are going to replace the wings with spoilers.  Now, spoilers were not used in NASCAR until just a few years ago, and even though we thought we saw them in the 70’s, technically, I guess we didn’t. 

I SUPPOSE THIS DOESN'T COUNT

The drivers were complaing about the wings, and the fans sober enough to notice were as well.

Apparently, they reduce the maneuverability of the cars and make the races longer and boring.    Some lately have seemed like funeral processions.

The shift could come as early as this month.

NASCAR Prez. Mike Helton thinks the fans deserve a traditional race.  And recent research on spoilers has given the boys in Daytona a way to make it happen.

Well it’s about time.  Let’s think about the fans, afterall, they are paying for it. 

Who cares if the season is already underway.  Everyone wants to know if the change will impact the competition.

I realize this isn’t a huge game changing difference, like aluminum bats or Poodle Skirts on the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, but the difference will be measureable and and the boys in the garages back home and the pits at the track will need a little tweak time to get things right. 

Could be interesteing.

And of course it isn’t the same caliber change as that “Car of Tomorrow ” crap we’re still having to deal with…look at Dale, JR.

With this change, some drivers feel the there are two seasons of NASCAR this year. 

But, you gotta’ hand it to them, they are giving the fans what they asked for.  Better, faster, and more interesting races.

And it’s about time.

Now, it’s UP to the drivers.

Well, we actually called it the Five and Ten Cent store, but it’s one and the same.

It was in Germantown, it’s not there anylonger, and it was owend and operated by one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known.

Mr. Seelbrede.  I don’t know his first name, he was always Mr.  as was everyone back then. 

They carried everything you needed, from fabric to greeting cards to toys, hula hoops, and candy; they sold candy corn and peanuts mixed, it’s still my favorite and may have been the beginning of that addiction.  They even had wagons.  They weren’t a dime though.

It was the precursor of the Dollar Store.  Only much better.  It was a local store, operated by a local man, who knew the community, it’s needs, and it’s small wants.  He was a really nice man, and had a beautiful daughter who grew UP to be Miss USA in 1981, Kim Seelbrede.  She recently told me (via Facebook) her dad worried about kids stealing.  I was surprised to find out that they did back then.  We were way to afraid to steal.   She said “his greatest joy was clowning and connecting with his customers”, and it showed!

Kim Seelbrede

Mr. Seelbrede was special. 

He called me Wally.

For a few years I had no idea why.  I just thought he figured my  name was Wally, and I never corrected him.  Which is odd, as I usually corrected everyone on everything back then.  Somethings never change.

I was “outspoken”.

Finally, one day, I asked him “Why?”

He said, “Well, you look like Mr. Peepers.”

And amazingly, I did.

Now Mr. Peepers was on TV.  So, as a seven year old looking like a star was fine with me, it didn’t matter that he was reduced to selling laundry detergent.

As you may remember, I’ve often claimed that I was switched at birth, and my real parents are rich Hollywood types who could spoil me materially.  Alas, Mother insists not.

But really, take a look at this and tell me what you think?

Me:

FOURTH GRADE

Mr. Peepers:

Mr. Peepers

Since my my motto has always been “If there’s a will, I wanna be in it!”…

…I need to run now, gotta’ go call the lawyer.