Most people don’t know that back in 1912, Hellmann’s mayonnaise was
manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars
of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to
be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.
This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever
delivered to Mexico. But as we know, the great ship did not make it to
New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever lost.
The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly
awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was
so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning, which they still
observe to this day.
The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known,
of course, as Sinko de Mayo.
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You had me hook line and sinker until the third paragraph, you @%&$!!***
Then I immediatrely went to Wikepedia. Cinco de mayo celebrates a temporary victory over the French in 1962. It is more celebrated far more in the U.S. than in Mexico.
by C.R.
on May 6th, 2008 at 6:13 am
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Did you hear my groan across these 25 miles of farmland this morning?
by Judy
on May 6th, 2008 at 6:22 am
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Speaking of western Ohio, did you hear about the farmer who was oustanding in his field?
by C.R.
on May 6th, 2008 at 6:25 am
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You got a groan out of me, too, Don! Thanks for starting my morning with something silly. I like silly!
by Casey
on May 6th, 2008 at 7:15 am
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Oh boy.
Zz
by Zorro
on May 6th, 2008 at 7:18 am
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If I hadn’t been fired from my last radio job, I would’ve stole that.
And that would’ve gotten me fired.
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For just a moment…
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Lo siento!
Donaldo
by don
on May 6th, 2008 at 9:44 am
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Don, your blog reminds me of something that actually happened to Carol and I a few years back.
We were at Hinckley Lake, which is part of the beautiful Cleveland Metropolitan Park System. We were sitting on the pier watching the ducks and geese splash about, and Carol wanted something to drink from the refreshment stand. I took out my wallet to see how much money I had left, and dropped it right in the water.
The lake was only a couple of feet deep right there, and I could see my wallet sinking to the bottom. So I got down on my stomach and reached in. Just as I was about to grab it, this big carp came out from under the pier and snatched it in his mouth. Then it came to the surface, stood on its tail and shook my wallet, like it was taunting me.
When I reached for it, the carp tossed it to another carp, which in turn tossed it to a third. Pretty soon there were six or seven carp tossing my wallet back and forth.
To say the least, I was astonished. I ran to the refeshment stand and told the woman behind the counter what had happened. She was not the least bit surprised. “Oh yes,” she said, “Hinckley is one of the few lakes in Ohio with carp-to-carp walleting.”
True story.
by C.R.
on May 6th, 2008 at 11:10 am
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Right!
Zz
by Zorro
on May 6th, 2008 at 11:17 am
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Should have saved it for next week’s blog, C.R. You need some humor in your stories.
by don
on May 6th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
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I believe every word of CR’s story. He’d never tell us a fish story . . . oh, maybe he already has!
by Casey
on May 6th, 2008 at 1:04 pm
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I don’t get it.
by Judy
on May 7th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
