My day of Conception one more time..? 18 3 23 (7) 25 2 26

Celebrating my parents first wedding anniversary x0 years on, 2018 3 23
Celebrating my parents first wedding anniversary x0 years on, 2018 2 26

 Yeah, a big day for Jim and Alice and a big day for me in all because I was born 9 months later, Sunday 26th November...

First off my sister M rang me this morning to ask did I know what day it was, as I was just about to start writing this blog, when I not only talked briefly to my sister but then decided to ring our brother, Jim junior, to ask whether he knew what day it was, when he admitted to not knowing its special significance. 

Well it is nice to do this and of course different siblings have different reminiscences of such significant events: our sister for example reminding me of two things, 1) the fact that Alice was heavily pregnant with our brother Jim junior, on their actual wedding day, a year earlier since he arrived 5 months later on the 28th July, to the extent she later admonished her only daughter, M, never to have to get married because it all had to be arranged in such a hurry, 2) with the odd ultimatum coming from Jim senior: telling her they would have to live with his widowed mother, because she needed his contribution to the rent, together with his widowed sister and her son D, in their fairly new 3 bedroomed semi-detached house in Manchester's Fallowfield district, into which I was subsequently born...

When I talked to Jim our brother he was just packing their car up for the journey to Northern England from their home in Oxfordshire where they will spend the best part of a week visiting the English Lake District from the Langdale Valley, where M's daughter Lo and her husband D, have just bought a second home for holiday purposes in the village of Chapel Stile. Jim recalled that when he recalls the timing of his own birth it works out to be around the time of Alice’s birthday…

Now it is a fact that both Jim and I throughout our lives have visited the English Lake District for recreational purposes to do with climbing the Lakeland Fells. I believe I was the first off in this regard with a visit as a 13 or 14 year old with Bury Lads Club, when we climbed Orrest Head above Lake Windermere, staying at one of the hostels belonging to the National Association of Boys and Girls Clubs, in UK.

Later still I would visit the Lake District for a 2 week walking holiday, youth hostel to youth hostel, with our school whilst Jim junior no doubt also visited with either his Scout or Rover Scout Group.

In the fullness of time I would introduce our two sons to these same activities and in the process introduce M’s 3 sons, N, G and T plus their only daughter Lo and to an extent D, Lo’s husband, for a time our renting cottages for the Easter week, when more walking holidays would be arranged.

On occasion we had Lo and D stay as our guests in one such cottage and now all these years later they have bought their own cottage and have made it available to the rest of this great clan of Alice and Jim to stay at: currently boasting 6 grandchildren now all married, and 14 great grandchildren, whilst for the rest of the year it is available to the general public, when the rents from these visits are expected to pay for the upkeep of the place to allow family members free access.

Jim and Alice spent their honeymoon cycling from Manchester to North Wales on a tandem, and despite having mixed feelings about the Irish in his ancestry, his daughter married into a Catholic Irish family to the extent their family who reside mainly in England, is stocked more by Irish blood than English.    

Have a good day everyone as I continue to celebrate Jim and Alice’s legacy!  
Footnote 25 2 26 Miraculously without thinking too deeply about it I suddenly realised that the day today is as described above and now at 23:42 EET which is 2 hours ahead of GMT it is around about the same hour of my conception which, if the timing is correct means my 87th year is about to commence...after thinking how my brother Jim was 7 months old: around the same age as my own first great grandchild, Hugo, is born last year in September time...after celebrating their nuptials, talking by video link-up with my brother Jim in Oxfordshire, England, still alive and kicking...Huraah for Jim and Alice's great clan !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!lol

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