I don’t know about you, but my system is still re-calibrating
to Daylight Saving Time. You’d think with more than a half century to get used
to my internal clock resetting two times a year that this semi-annual switch
would go smoothly. Nope, the older I get, the more my carcass resents folks in
high places not understanding that you can’t cut off one end of a blanket, sew
it to the top, and say it’s longer. Not only do those in power mess with where
you put this amputated hour, they all too frequently legislate change regarding
when that reattachment takes place. It’s no wonder heart attack statistics
increase in the days following this time shift.
Once I began researching DST I am more traumatized. I
discovered I’ve been saying it incorrectly.
I thought it was called Daylight Savings Time, but, no—it’s Daylight
Saving Time. No second S. Some countries
simply call it Summer Time.
Several informational sites credit Ben Franklin with DSTs
existence, making participation seem patriotic. In reality, he was long in the
grave before anyone actually adjusted a clock. This business began in England
prior to WWI. Once hostilities occurred, Parliament enacted British Summer Time
in 1916. Hoping to save energy here as well, America followed suit for seven
months in 1918 and 1919. Due to lack of support for the time shift, lawmakers
retracted it.
Time-pieces and humans ticked along satisfactorily until
America once again went to war in 1942. Congress determined that this change
would save energy to support the war effort so it was reenacted from February 9th
of ‘42 to September 30th of
‘45. After this date, states and localities adjusted clocks as they wished. If
I’m cranky now, I can’t imagine what that did to people dependent on train and
bus schedules. How would you be sure to arrive at a meeting on time?
I guess it was okay for individuals to miss schedules, but
once TV and radio stations mainstreamed into American life, federal legislation
regarding a consistent time change followed. The Uniform Time Act of 1966 ended
confusion by starting DST on the last Sunday of April and ending it the last
Sunday in October. Except for Hawaii and
Arizona, the rest of the nation jumped on that bandwagon.
Until the energy crisis of the 70s, those dates remained
stable. Some of us remember the burble called the Arab Energy Embargo where we experienced
eight months of Daylight Saving Time in ‘74 and ten in ‘75. While many believe
agricultural interests support DST, lobbying by farm states and others returned
it to End-of-April/End-of-October status.
Americans enjoyed predictability until 1986 when President
Reagan signed into law PL 99-359. This act changed the beginning of DST to the
first Sunday in April. It’s ending date remained the same. Nearly twenty years
later, Congress passed the Energy Policy Act of 2005, which, starting in 2007,altered
the beginning date to the current second Sunday in March and extended its run
to the first Sunday in November.
Interestingly, medical studies reveal a number of concerns
regarding this cha-cha with the clock. With each change, heart attacks and
accidents increase. Classroom and work productivity decrease. Humorist Dave
Barry gets cranky. And so do I.
I’m for punchin’ the same clock that Arizona and Hawaii do. I
want time out of Congress’s hands.
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