Okay, from now on I’ll give just one event in history, one birth, and one death per day. On May 14, 1796, Edward Jenner gave the first smallpox vaccination, starting a program that has ended with the complete eradication of the disease from humans. On this day in 1897, the great jazz instrumentalist (clarinet and sax) Sidney Bechet was born, and, in 1931, Denys Finch Hatton, the lover of Isak Blixen, died in an airplane crash. Here is the gorgeous passage from Isak Dinisen’s Out of Africa (which I’ve reproduced before) memorializing Finch Hatton. It always brings me to tears:
After I had left Africa, Gustav Mohr wrote to me of a strange thing that had happened by Denys’ grave, the like of which I have never heard. “The Masai,” he wrote, “have reported to the District Commissioner at Ngong, that many times, at sunrise and sunset, they have seen lions on Finch-Hatton’s grave in the Hills. A lion and a lioness have come there, and stood, or lain, on the grave for a long time. Some of the Indians who have passed the place in their lorries on the way to Kajado have also seen them. After you went away, the ground round the grave was levelled out, into a sort of big terrace, I suppose that the level place makes a good site for the lions, from there they can have a view over the plain, and the cattle and game on it.”
It was fit and decorous that the lions should come to Denys’s grave and make him an African monument. “And renowned be thy grave.” Lord Nelson himself, I have reflected, in Trafalgar Square, has his lions made only out of stone.
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili messes up and tries pathetically to recover; after all, she’s a Cat and can never be wrong:
Hili: Can you take my selfie?
A: How can I take YOUR selfie? You’re all mixed up.
Hili: Oh, we are one self.
In Polish:
Hili: Czy możesz zrobić mi selfie?
Ja: Jak mogę zrobić TOBIE selfie? Coś pomyliłaś.
Hili: Oh, my jesteśmy jednością.
And some bonus photos from Andrzej. The cherries are coming along nicely in the orchard, with timely rains swelling the crop. And the beasts are cavorting with each other:
Pies for me in the offing!:
And a nice man rescues a kitten from certain death by snake constriction. I don’t care if he’s circumvented natural selection: