We have no Saints to honor today. (We normally would have the Optional Memorial of Saint Elizabeth of Portugal, Queen (died 1336) today, but in the dioceses of the United States her feast day has been moved to July 5th.) And today is Independence Day in these Fifty United States.
The legal separation of the American colonies from Great Britain occurred on July 2nd, 1776, when the Second Continental Congress voted to approve a resolution of independence that had been proposed in June by Richard Henry Lee of Virginia. After voting for independence, Congress turned its attention to the Declaration of Independence, a statement explaining this decision, which had been prepared by a Committee of Five, with Thomas Jefferson as its principal author. Congress debated and revised the Declaration, finally approving it on July 4th. In a now-famous letter written to his wife Abigail on July 3rd, 1776, John Adams predicted that July 2nd would become a great American holiday. Adams thought that the vote for independence would be commemorated; he did not foresee that Americans, including himself, would instead celebrate Independence Day on the date that the announcement of that act was finalized, which was also the date on the much-publicized Declaration of Independence, July 4th. The day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, political speeches and ceremonies, and various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. And remember, O my best beloved Three or Four Loyal Readers and Army of Followers: He who goes Forth with a Fifth on the Fourth may never come Forth on the Fifth!
Last night I continued reading A World Without Smells by Lars Lundqvist via Kindle on my tablet, and continued reading Beethoven’s Skull: Dark, Strange, and Fascinating Tales from the World of Classical Music and Beyond by Tim Rayborn via Kindle on my tablet.
I did my Book Devotional Reading, and before we left for work Richard put out the flag for me (thank you, Richard). We wore our casino-issued Fourth of July T-shirts to work. (Many years ago, the casino would give us T-shirts to wear; now we pay $10.00 per shirt.) We ate the free Fourth of July meal in ADR. Today was a Heavy Business Volume Day for the Fourth of July, and a Paid Holiday, so for our eight hours of work today we were paid time and a half. Richard was the Relief Dealer for Mini Baccarat and Pai Gow, and I was on Pai Gow; yesterday, which was not a HBVD, was much busier than today, which was a HBVD – go figure. On my breaks I continued reading A Time to Kill by John Grisham via Overdrive on my tablet.
On our way home from work I continued reading A Time to Kill by John Grisham via Overdrive on my tablet. We stopped at Valero to get gas for the truck, and stopped at Super 1 Foods so that Richard could get some groceries and household items. Once home from work I read the morning paper and ate my lunch salad, then took a nap until 5:30 pm. I then got up and continued working on my weblog photos. Michelle came over and had dinner with us at 7:30 pm, which was barbequed chicken and pork steaks, baked sweet potatoes, and baked beans. Richard and I opted to not go see the fireworks; instead, I came back to the computer to continue working on my weblog photos (I am up to September 15th). When I finish this Daily Update I will do some reading and go to bed.
Tomorrow is the Optional Memorial of Saint Elizabeth of Portugal, Queen (died 1336), in the Dioceses of the United States, and the Optional Memorial of Saint Anthony Mary Zaccaria, Priest (died 1539). Richard will go to Baton Rouge to see Butch. I will do the Weekly Computer Maintenance, go over to the casino with my casino pants, aprons, and shirts to exchange them at Uniforms, and get my hair cut. I will then start my laundry, then head to Lafayette for the afternoon.
Our Parting Quote on this Tuesday evening, with the sounds of random fireworks probably disturbing our cats outside, comes to us from Brenda Joyce, American actress. Born as Betty Graftina Leabo in 1917 in Excelsior Springs, Missouri, she was raised in Los Angeles and nicknamed “Graftina” by her father when she was a girl. She became a photographer’s model to earn money to attend UCLA for four years; a 20th Century-Fox talent scout noticed a fashion layout of her and immediately signed her on. The studio changed her name to “Brenda Joyce” after silent star Alice Joyce and immediately gave her an impressive movie debut with The Rains Came (1939), starring Tyrone Power and Myrna Loy, for which she received fine reviews. Building her up to the public as a sexy single girl, she was subsequently showcased in Here I Am a Stranger (1939) opposite Richard Greene and in Maryland (1940) with John Payne. The studio did not approve of her impulsive 1941 marriage to army husband Owen Ward and supposedly punished her by relegating her to “B” films. Joyce eventually lost interest in her career, but was coaxed back to the film set when brunette Maureen O’Sullivan left the Tarzan series and Johnny Weissmuller approved the athletic beauty as his new blonde swinging mate. Beginning a four-year excursion with the film Tarzan and the Amazons (1945), she continued on as Jane after Weissmuller left the series (actor Lex Barker took over), but finally decided enough was enough after her fifth Tarzan movie, Tarzan’s Magic Fountain (1949), and left acting for good. Following her movie career, Joyce moved to the Washington, D.C. area and worked with the Refugee Services for nearly 10 years, helping displaced persons find employment and places to live. This line of work eventually had her relocate to the Carmel, California area, and she worked with Catholic Resettlement in Seaside, California (near Monterey). Besieged by personal and health problems in later years, she endured a painful divorce from her husband in 1960 after nineteen years of marriage. She was then married and divorced twice more. Suffering from dementia in her twilight years, Joyce stayed with her children until she had to be institutionalized in a nursing home in Santa Monica, California (died 2007): “I didn’t live near the studios in the hopes of “crashing” the gates. My ambition was to always be active in “little theater” and also to be a professor of Speech and Drama at U.C.L.A.”