Showing posts with label Morning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morning. Show all posts

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Why do we say A.M. and P.M. when telling time?


The  letters A.M (ante meridian) P.M (post meridian) tell us  what part of the day it is on a 12 hour clock. 

As we all know, there are 24 hours in a day but only 12 hour numbers on a clock.  This is because in  most  countries the hours of the day are usually divided into two parts  for  timekeeping..

We call the  first  part  of the day  a.m. the second part p.m.

The  first clued clocks did  not keep  good time.  They had to be set every  day at noon, when the  sun  was at the  meridian, or the  highest point in the sky.

From  this we began to call the morning  part of the day a.m., meaning ”ante meridian.” or before noon.  P.M. means “post meridian” or after noon.

If every  town set its  clocks  by the sun today, few  places would  be on  the  same time.  When it is noon  in  one town, it is not yet noon in a town a few miles east.  For this reason. the world is divided into time zones.   All the clocks in a time zone are set  the same time.-Dick Rogers

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

All Things Bright and Beautiful

Good morning friends. I just like to share you something. When I was in the house of my niece, her daughter is close to me. When ever I go there, she stays with me and talk a lot of things. She is only 9 years old now. She gave me a poem which she said she read in the book. The thought of sharing me something means to me. Somewhat she knows how to face the future in a positive way. The title of the poem is ..”All Things Bright and Beautiful”. Let me share you the poem she gave me.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He also made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky

The cold wind in the winter
The pleasant summer sun
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them for everyone.

The tall trees in the greenwood
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water
We gather everyday.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all thins well.