Birthday-September 6

Happy Birthday!
September 6

Born on September 6

Moses Mendelssohn
Philosopher
9-6-1729
Lafayette
General
9-6-1757
John Dalton
Chemist
9-6-1766
Jane Addams
Sociologist
9-6-1860
Joseph P. Kennedy
Diplomat
9-6-1888
Robert M. Pirsig
Novelist
9-6-1928

Events on September 6

September 6, 1522:
Ferdinand Magellan's ship
circumnavigates the globe

September 6, 1666:
Great Fire of London
raged for 5 days (9/2-9/6/1666)
September 6, 1995:
Cal Ripken, Jr. breaks Lou Gehrig's
consecutive games record of 2130

September 6, 1997:
Princess Diana
Funeral in London

September 6 Postmarks on Postage Stamps

September 6, 1860:
Postmarked Pony Express SEP 6
St. Joseph, Missouri
YouTube Story of Postmarks
September 6, 1905:
Rhodesia 76: rose red
1 pence "Victoria Falls"
(issued 7-13-1905)

September 6, 1990:
U.S. 2187: 40¢ Claire Chennault
Postmarked Monroe, LA, Sep 6, 1990
First Day Cover (97th birthday)

September 6: Journal & Letter Writings on this Date

Matsuo Basho
(1644-1694) Province of Ise, September 6, 1689
September the sixth, however, I left for Ise Shrine, though fatigue
of long journey was still with me, for I wanted to see dedication
of a new shrine there. As I stepped into a boat, I wrote:
As firmly cemented clam-shells
Fall apart in autumn,
So I must take to the road again,
Farewell, my friends.
— Matsuo Basho
The Narrow Road to the Deep North,
Translated by Nobuyuki Yuasa
Penguin Classics, 1968 (p. 142)

Goethe
(1749-1832) Munich, September 6, 1786:
I left Regensburg at 12:30 pm. From Abach, where the Danube dashes against
the cliffs, to Saale the countryside is beautiful. The limestone is of the same
kind as that round Osterode in the Harz Mountains— compact but porous...
In the Museum of Natural History I found beautiful minerals from Tirol I was
already familiar with these and even own some spcimens myself. I met an old
woman selling figs, the first I have ever tasted. They were delicious. But although
Munich lies on the 48th parallel, on the whole the fruit here is not particularly good.
— Italian Journey (1786-1788), pp. 7-8

Rome, September 6, 1787:
The God is my constant and best companion. Moritz, too, has been really edified
by it. He only needed a keystone to prevent his thoughts from falling apart,
and this work has provided it, and now his own book is going to be very good...
Rejoice with me that I am happy. Indeed, I can honestly say I have never been
so happy in my life as now. If only I could communicate to the friends I love
a small part of my joy.
— Italian Journey (1786-1788), pp. 382-383

Eugène Delacroix
(1798-1863)
Dieppe, Monday, September 6, 1852:
In the railway carriage going to Rouen, I met a big bearded man who was
very sympathetic to me, and who told me the most interesting things about
the German emigrants, especially about certain of the colonies of that race,
established in southern Russia, where he saw them. These people descend in
large part from the Hussites, who have become the Moravian Brothers.

Paris, September 6, 1854
In the morning, abandoned the pier in order to climb up to the left,
behind the cateau; followed the road as far as the cemetery; before
reaching it, delightful sensation at the top of the ravine that we
crossed the other day; small path mounting on the other side, lit by
rays of the morning & disappearing in the shadow in beech trees...
Speaking of Meissonier, Chenavard said that what characterizes
a master is his recognizing of the essential thing in
the picture, the thing that must absolutely be reached.
Mere talent thinks only of details: Ingres, David, etc.

Champrosay, September 6, 1858
I write to M. Berryer: "And so I have taken refuge here, where I have got back to a
better state of health; but that is not all; here was what awaited me at Champrosay.
The man who used to rent me my little place informs me in the most offhand way that
he is going to sell his house, and that I must soon make other arrangements. So there
I am , upset in my habits, and I was not any too well before; anyhow, I am here, and
it is fifteen years that I have been coming to this country, that I see the same people,
the same woods, the same hills."
— Journal, 9-6-1852 (p. 272), 9-6-1854 (pp. 422-423), 9-6-1858 (pp. 634-635)

Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803-1882) English Channel, September 6, 1833
Fair fine wind, still in the Channel— off the coast of Ireland
but not in sight of land. This morning 37 sail in sight.
I like my book about nature and wish
I knew where & how I ought to live.
God will show me. I am glad to be on my way
home yet not so glad as others and my way
to the bottom I could find perchance with
less regret for I think it would not hurt me,
that is the ducking or drowning.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Emerson in His Journals,
Edited by Joel Porte
Harvard University Press, 1982 (p. 116)

Henry David Thoreau
(1817-1862) Thoreau's on Thunderstorm & Plants on the Forest Floor
The sun is rising directly over the eastern end of the street. Not yet the Equinox. I hear a faint warbling vireo on the elms still— in the morning. Warm weather again & sultry nights. The last a splendid moon light & quite warm.I am not sure that I have seen bobolinks for 10 days— nor blackbirds since Aug. 28. There is now approaching from the west one of the heaviest thundershowers— with the most incessant flashes that I remember to have seen. It must be 20 miles off at least for I can hardly hear the thunder at all. The almost incessant flashes reveal the form of the cloud— at least the upper & lower edge of it— but it stretches N & S along the horizon further than we see... We feel the rush of the cool wind while the thunder is yet scarcely audible. The flashes were in fact incessant for an hour or more though lighting up dif. parts of the horizon— now the edges of the cloud— now far along the horizon— showing a clearer beneath the cloud golden space where rain is falling. The checker berries are just beginning to redden. The cinnamon ferns along the edge of many woods next the meadow are yellow or cinnamon— or quite brown & withered. The sarsaparilla leaves— green or reddish are spotted with yellow eyes centered with or dull reddish eye with yellow iris reddish. They have a very pretty effect held over the forest floor— beautiful in their decay. The sessile leaved bell-wort is yellow green & brown all together or separately.
Some white oak leaves are covered with dull yellow spots.
— Henry David Thoreau, Journal, September 6, 1854

Thoreau on Hemlocks and Walking by Railroads
Turned off south at Derby’s Bridge— & walked through a long field half meadow half upland— Soap wort gentian out not long & Dwarf Cornel again. There is a handsome crescent shaped meadow on the side opposite Harrington’s. A good sized black oak in the pasture by the road half way between the School House & Brown’s— Walked under Browns Hemlocks by the railroad. How commonly hemlocks grow on the northern slope of a hill near its base— with only bare reddened ground beneath— This bareness problem is not due to any prescribed quality in the hemlocks— for I observe that it is the same under pitch & white pines when equally thick. I suspect that it is owing more to the shade than to the fallen leaves. I see one of those peculiarly green locusts with long & slender legs on a grass stem— which are often concealed by their color— What green herbaceous graminevarous ideas he must have— I wish that my thought were as seasonable as his. Some haws begin to be ripe. We go along under the hill & woods north of railroad west of Lord’s land— about to the west of the swamp & to the Indian ditch— I see in the swamp black-choke-berries 12 feet high at least & in fruit.
— Henry David Thoreau, Journal, September 6, 1857

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886) Letter to Mary Bowles, September 6, 1881

Dear Mary,
I give you only a word this mysterious morning in which
we must light the lamps to see each other's faces,
thanking you for the trust too confiding for speech.
You spoke of enclosing the face of your child.
As it was not there, forgive me if I tell you,
lest even the copy of sweetness abscond;
and may I trust you received the flower the mail
promised to take you, my foot being incompetent?...
Vinnie says "give her my love, and tell her I would
delight to see her;" and mother combines.
— Emily

Walt Whitman
(1819-1892) Conversations with Horace Traubel, September 6, 1890
Whitman looks first-rate. The fearful heat of last night and today
does not appear to affect him. Says he slept well and feels well.
Bucke sends me article for The Conservator reinforcing remarkable parallels in lives of Millet and Whitman. Left manuscript with Whitman to read. He looked over the Critic I had with me. Interested, he said, in Gosse's allusion to him in the Speaker— there reported— but did not say much about it... Whitman rather staggered by Woodbury's assertion of Emerson: "He was a pilgrim of the invisible, both by heritage & growth, without the capacity for sin."
Walt Whitman in Camden,
(July 7, 1890-Feb. 10, 1891)
Volume 7, 1992 (pp. 103-104)

Joyce Carol Oates
(born 6-16-1938) Princeton, September 6, 1978 [taught at Princeton University in 1978, retired 2014]

A kind of paradise here. Despite the dirty windows, the clatter of the typewriter in
the enormous empty room, the innumerable vexing chores we are faced with daily.
(Acquiring a telephone. Explaining re, the mail. Buying chairs, rugs, tables, etc.,
some of which can't be delivered for four weeks. The vexations of moving are prodigious.
I don't want to move again: I can't think of moving again. We've had some really
bad moments... feeling completely exhausted, defeated... and all because of trivia...
an avalanche of trivia. This is the sort of domestic thing I am shielded from most
of the time, having lived so settled a life.) I don't want to move again.
I want to stay here permanently. [taught at Princeton for 36 years] (pp. 271-272)
— Joyce Carol Oates, The Journal of joyce carol oates 1973-1982
HarperCollins Books, New York, 2007

September 6: Birth Flower, Birthstone, Zodiac Sign

Birth Flower: Morning Glory
Deep love and affection,
patience, remembrance

Birthstone: Sapphire
Mental focus and order,
inner vision, energy, healing

Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Harvest maiden with wheat,
strong sense of service to help

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P.O. Box 390707, Mountain View, CA 94039
email: (9-6-2023)

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)	Province of Ise, September 6, 1689 September the sixth, however, I left for Ise Shrine, though fatigue of long journey was still with me, for I wanted to see dedication of a new shrine there. As I stepped into a boat, I wrote: As firmly cemented clam-shells Fall apart in autumn, So I must take to the road again, Farewell, my friends. — Matsuo Basho The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Translated by Nobuyuki Yuasa Penguin Classics, 1968 (p. 142)
Goethe (1749-1832)	Munich, September 6, 1786: I left Regensburg at 12:30 pm. From Abach, where the Danube dashes against the cliffs, to Saale the countryside is beautiful. The limestone is of the same kind as that round Osterode in the Harz Mountains— compact but porous... In the Museum of Natural History I found beautiful minerals from Tirol I was already familiar with these and even own some spcimens myself. I met an old woman selling figs, the first I have ever tasted. They were delicious. But although Munich lies on the 48th parallel, on the whole the fruit here is not particularly good. — Italian Journey (1786-1788), pp. 7-8 Rome, September 6, 1787: The God is my constant and best companion. Moritz, too, has been really edified by it. He only needed a keystone to prevent his thoughts from falling apart, and this work has provided it, and now his own book is going to be very good... Rejoice with me that I am happy. Indeed, I can honestly say I have never been so happy in my life as now. If only I could communicate to the friends I love a small part of my joy. — Italian Journey (1786-1788), pp. 382-383
Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863)	Dieppe, Monday, September 6, 1852: In the railway carriage going to Rouen, I met a big bearded man who was very sympathetic to me, and who told me the most interesting things about the German emigrants, especially about certain of the colonies of that race, established in southern Russia, where he saw them. These people descend in large part from the Hussites, who have become the Moravian Brothers. Paris, September 6, 1854 In the morning, abandoned the pier in order to climb up to the left, behind the cateau; followed the road as far as the cemetery; before reaching it, delightful sensation at the top of the ravine that we crossed the other day; small path mounting on the other side, lit by rays of the morning & disappearing in the shadow in beech trees... Speaking of Meissonier, Chenavard said that what characterizes a master is his recognizing of the essential thing in the picture, the thing that must absolutely be reached. Mere talent thinks only of details: Ingres, David, etc. Champrosay, September 6, 1858 I write to M. Berryer: "And so I have taken refuge here, where I have got back to a better state of health; but that is not all; here was what awaited me at Champrosay. The man who used to rent me my little place informs me in the most offhand way that he is going to sell his house, and that I must soon make other arrangements. So there I am , upset in my habits, and I was not any too well before; anyhow, I am here, and it is fifteen years that I have been coming to this country, that I see the same people, the same woods, the same hills." — Journal, 9-6-1852 (p. 272), 9-6-1854 (pp. 422-423), 9-6-1858 (pp. 634-635)
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)	English Channel, September 6, 1833 Fair fine wind, still in the Channel— off the coast of Ireland but not in sight of land. This morning 37 sail in sight. I like my book about nature and wish I knew where & how I ought to live. God will show me. I am glad to be on my way home yet not so glad as others and my way to the bottom I could find perchance with less regret for I think it would not hurt me, that is the ducking or drowning. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Emerson in His Journals, Edited by Joel Porte Harvard University Press, 1982 (p. 116)
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)	Thoreau's on Thunderstorm & Plants on the Forest Floor The sun is rising directly over the eastern end of the street. Not yet the Equinox. I hear a faint warbling vireo on the elms still— in the morning. Warm weather again & sultry nights. The last a splendid moon light & quite warm.I am not sure that I have seen bobolinks for 10 days— nor blackbirds since Aug. 28. There is now approaching from the west one of the heaviest thundershowers— with the most incessant flashes that I remember to have seen. It must be 20 miles off at least for I can hardly hear the thunder at all. The almost incessant flashes reveal the form of the cloud— at least the upper & lower edge of it— but it stretches N & S along the horizon further than we see... We feel the rush of the cool wind while the thunder is yet scarcely audible. The flashes were in fact incessant for an hour or more though lighting up dif. parts of the horizon— now the edges of the cloud— now far along the horizon— showing a clearer beneath the cloud golden space where rain is falling. The checker berries are just beginning to redden. The cinnamon ferns along the edge of many woods next the meadow are yellow or cinnamon— or quite brown & withered. The sarsaparilla leaves— green or reddish are spotted with yellow eyes centered with or dull reddish eye with yellow iris reddish. They have a very pretty effect held over the forest floor— beautiful in their decay. The sessile leaved bell-wort is yellow green & brown all together or separately. Some white oak leaves are covered with dull yellow spots. — Henry David Thoreau, Journal, September 6, 1854 Thoreau on Hemlocks and Walking by Railroads Turned off south at Derby’s Bridge— & walked through a long field half meadow half upland— Soap wort gentian out not long & Dwarf Cornel again. There is a handsome crescent shaped meadow on the side opposite Harrington’s. A good sized black oak in the pasture by the road half way between the School House & Brown’s— Walked under Browns Hemlocks by the railroad. How commonly hemlocks grow on the northern slope of a hill near its base— with only bare reddened ground beneath— This bareness problem is not due to any prescribed quality in the hemlocks— for I observe that it is the same under pitch & white pines when equally thick. I suspect that it is owing more to the shade than to the fallen leaves. I see one of those peculiarly green locusts with long & slender legs on a grass stem— which are often concealed by their color— What green herbaceous graminevarous ideas he must have— I wish that my thought were as seasonable as his. Some haws begin to be ripe. We go along under the hill & woods north of railroad west of Lord’s land— about to the west of the swamp & to the Indian ditch— I see in the swamp black-choke-berries 12 feet high at least & in fruit. — Henry David Thoreau, Journal, September 6, 1857
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)	Letter to Mary Bowles, September 6, 1881 Dear Mary, I give you only a word this mysterious morning in which we must light the lamps to see each other's faces, thanking you for the trust too confiding for speech. You spoke of enclosing the face of your child. As it was not there, forgive me if I tell you, lest even the copy of sweetness abscond; and may I trust you received the flower the mail promised to take you, my foot being incompetent?... Vinnie says "give her my love, and tell her I would delight to see her;" and mother combines. — Emily
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)	Conversations with Horace Traubel, September 6, 1890 Whitman looks first-rate. The fearful heat of last night and today does not appear to affect him. Says he slept well and feels well. Bucke sends me article for The Conservator reinforcing remarkable parallels in lives of Millet and Whitman. Left manuscript with Whitman to read. He looked over the Critic I had with me. Interested, he said, in Gosse's allusion to him in the Speaker— there reported— but did not say much about it... Whitman rather staggered by Woodbury's assertion of Emerson: "He was a pilgrim of the invisible, both by heritage & growth, without the capacity for sin." Walt Whitman in Camden, (July 7, 1890-Feb. 10, 1891) Volume 7, 1992 (pp. 103-104)
Joyce Carol Oates (born 6-16-1938)	Princeton, September 6, 1978 [taught at Princeton University in 1978, retired 2014] A kind of paradise here. Despite the dirty windows, the clatter of the typewriter in the enormous empty room, the innumerable vexing chores we are faced with daily. (Acquiring a telephone. Explaining re, the mail. Buying chairs, rugs, tables, etc., some of which can't be delivered for four weeks. The vexations of moving are prodigious. I don't want to move again: I can't think of moving again. We've had some really bad moments... feeling completely exhausted, defeated... and all because of trivia... an avalanche of trivia. This is the sort of domestic thing I am shielded from most of the time, having lived so settled a life.) I don't want to move again. I want to stay here permanently. [taught at Princeton for 36 years] (pp. 271-272) — Joyce Carol Oates, The Journal of joyce carol oates 1973-1982 HarperCollins Books, New York, 2007