Originally published at: Find out what the weather was like the day you were born - Boing Boing
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Drizzling rain, high of 58. Sounds like my birthday every year.
“Give your Private Personal Information to inoccuous looking toy.”
It’s a date and a city. I’m not condemning your caution, I can respect it, but I don’t think this specific one is a real concern.
So with that said … “… was clear or partly cloudy with a high of 25.6°C.” Although I was born at 04:30, so I think the best answer would be “dark.”
DOB - 58F Drizzling
18th BDay - 71F Drizzling
21st BDay - 59F Drizzling
30th BDay - 66F Drizzling
40th BDay - 71F Cloudy
50th BDay - 62F Drizzling
Why, yes, I was born on a Wednesday, why do you ask?
It was a dark and stormy night…
Improvements to the site would be showing how much a dozen eggs cost, what the average hourly wage for women was, how many now-extinct species were still around, how much of your tax-dollar went to fund policing.
“it was clear or partly cloudy with a high of 78.3°F” on the day I was born. It was a Tuesday.
I was born at 1:45 AM, and my alcoholic father, who’d split for a bar as soon as they wheeled mom into the hospital, wanted to name me Last Call.
He was entirely serious.
The hospital told my mother she arrived too early. She went out back on the patio and relaxed in the sunshine. At lunchtime the doctor went out to see her and shouted back to the staff “Delivery room, now!”
We should all have stories like this rather than have to consult some database.
Okay, then …
Mom was only seven months pregnant so my parents didn’t seen any issue with my Dad heading out with the racing crew to the track, especially since he was their driver. He got home sometime after midnight and she woke him up about an hour after they went to sleep.
The hospital was 30 miles away and apparently he put his race car driving skills to good use in getting there. At the ER they initially weren’t convinced that she could be in labor at that stage, but they at least got her into a room since it was very clear something was happening.
I was born at 04:27 that morning, less than four hours after her initial labor pains. (I was also small enough to fit in the palm of one hand and weighted about a kilogram. Two months early will do that for you!)
Given that it was 1970, it was a bit of a long shot that I survived and I was in the hospital in an incubator for at least a month, but at least it was a quick birth.
Good thing the weather for the day was mild, I guess!
I already know, since it was a snow storm the day I was born, as related by my folks! But now I know it was 33 degrees!
My mom tells me almost every year that it snowed some the day I was born. November in Texas. That’s unusual. This link says it was partly cloudy with a high of 47. It doesn’t mention snow, but I believe my mom. She’s literally told me about this every year on my birthday as long as I can remember.
Yeah, I’m inclined to agree that snow in texas while having a baby would be quite memorable! I trust your mom on this, too! And I don’t even know her!
I was born very early in the morning. So they drove to the hospital in the dark, and that’s when it was snowing apparently. It could have been at like 3 or 4 in the morning. Still consistent with a high of 47 later in the day.
Sounds like yeah… even if it was just flurries, that’s still snow in texas!
68 and raining, which was the exact same weather on my birthday a few days ago.
Well, it’s a date, city, your current IP address and browser fingerprint, and any advertising and tracking beacons they can slurp up.
Turns out I was born in a crossfire hurricane, and I howled at the morning drivin’ rain…
But it’s all right now,
Besides family and close friends, only my doctor, employer, and bank know my birthday. Basically treat it like my SSN.
It seems to have got mine dead wrong. My parents always let me know that it was unseasonally warm and sunny on the day of my birthday, but the website has it down as cool and drizzly.