Coming to terms with who one is at the end of the day? 26 1 28
Not easy for a kid who was routinely beaten aged 7 or 8 for his inability to read as quickly as the other kids in his class, after loosing his father to WW II , though not as a hero in t conventional sense because "he died from Natural Causes" according to the Lawyer representing the Crown againgst our Mam, who pursued her right to a War Widow's pension to help rear her three young children, ages 1 y 10 m, 5 and 7, from 4th August 1945, his death day until Oct 1947 when our Mam won her appeal in the HIGH COURT at the discretion of the later Lord of the Rolls, His Right Honourable Lord Justice Tom Jennings.
There quite a mouth full for starters!
That our Mam was a fighter and my personal hero all my life was never in question. Our Dad who needn't have gone to war in the first place: a married man aged 36 too old to be called up, and in any case as a tradesman Joiner or Carpenter, a Pattern Maker to give him his top title, who at the time of volunteering for War Service, was already working for AVROES, the aircraft manufacturers, as a Packing Case Maker, so it is written on my birth certificate, dated at the beginning of 1940.
So a fatherless late developer who knuckled down to reading text books and stuff aged 13 to gain entry to the town's Junior Technical School after flunking the 11+ entry examinations to better Secondary Schools, Bury High and Bury Grammar Schools, following in the wake of his elder brother, maybe similarly endowed in being a late developer, where within a year I became its Star Pupil if only briefly within my year's intake.
Well I'm gonna stick with the late developer tag: late getting my O.N.C. and H.N.C. qualifications in 5 years of part-time day release courses whilst pursuing a career in a Paper Mill Laboratory environment, starting on the bottom rung of the ladder.
Subsequently branching out after 5 years continuous service and working instead in the Wood Pulp Industry of Finland, whilst learning the rudiments of speaking Finnish, spoken by 95+ % of its population, the 5- % speaking Swedish and more likely than not also English.
Returning to England having his horizons elevated, it would take another 10 years before he would graduate University as a GradRIC, i.e. a graduateship of the then Royal Institute of Chemistry, the equivalent of a good second class Honours Degree course in Chemistry studies, which let him in for job titles like Researcher, Section Leader R and D., Research and Development Manager, and R and D Director, to name but a few of his later job titles.
Finally in-between times enduring the ignominy of being labelled "Technical Specifications", Project Manager Product Development, Project Manager. Before becoming CEO and MD of my own Konsultancy****, and finally reiring aged 68 y 8 m.
These past 18 yrs being not so much lauded but quietly acknowledged as an off-comer who made a contribution to the well being of the town in which I have resided these past 38 yrs, a naturalized Finnish speaking Finn since 25th October 1991, greeted as I was by the then President Mauno Koivisto in a document describing me as Great British citizen Research and Development Director ****** ****.
Not for a once upon a time would-be looser from Touffout, the slang name for the Northern English village I spent the bulk of my childhood growing up in...learning from my Grandad Kay how we were related to one of the town's two most famous sons: the one John Kay who in 1733 (1704 - 1779) invented the Flying Shuttle a key development in Britain's Industrial Revolution (the other Robert Peel one time an 19th centuary politician who became known for introducing Bobbies or Peelers the fore-runners of modern day Police Officers catching on across the world.
Avoiding here to be too boastful you can read elsewhere in my blogs about my lesser claim to fame, as an inventor of the World's lightest fibrous cellulosic food casing reknown for its commercial manifestation, which circum-navigated our world of EARTH severl times a year for a number of years past, at least!
There quite a mouth full for starters!
That our Mam was a fighter and my personal hero all my life was never in question. Our Dad who needn't have gone to war in the first place: a married man aged 36 too old to be called up, and in any case as a tradesman Joiner or Carpenter, a Pattern Maker to give him his top title, who at the time of volunteering for War Service, was already working for AVROES, the aircraft manufacturers, as a Packing Case Maker, so it is written on my birth certificate, dated at the beginning of 1940.
So a fatherless late developer who knuckled down to reading text books and stuff aged 13 to gain entry to the town's Junior Technical School after flunking the 11+ entry examinations to better Secondary Schools, Bury High and Bury Grammar Schools, following in the wake of his elder brother, maybe similarly endowed in being a late developer, where within a year I became its Star Pupil if only briefly within my year's intake.
Well I'm gonna stick with the late developer tag: late getting my O.N.C. and H.N.C. qualifications in 5 years of part-time day release courses whilst pursuing a career in a Paper Mill Laboratory environment, starting on the bottom rung of the ladder.
Subsequently branching out after 5 years continuous service and working instead in the Wood Pulp Industry of Finland, whilst learning the rudiments of speaking Finnish, spoken by 95+ % of its population, the 5- % speaking Swedish and more likely than not also English.
Returning to England having his horizons elevated, it would take another 10 years before he would graduate University as a GradRIC, i.e. a graduateship of the then Royal Institute of Chemistry, the equivalent of a good second class Honours Degree course in Chemistry studies, which let him in for job titles like Researcher, Section Leader R and D., Research and Development Manager, and R and D Director, to name but a few of his later job titles.
Finally in-between times enduring the ignominy of being labelled "Technical Specifications", Project Manager Product Development, Project Manager. Before becoming CEO and MD of my own Konsultancy****, and finally reiring aged 68 y 8 m.
These past 18 yrs being not so much lauded but quietly acknowledged as an off-comer who made a contribution to the well being of the town in which I have resided these past 38 yrs, a naturalized Finnish speaking Finn since 25th October 1991, greeted as I was by the then President Mauno Koivisto in a document describing me as Great British citizen Research and Development Director ****** ****.
Not for a once upon a time would-be looser from Touffout, the slang name for the Northern English village I spent the bulk of my childhood growing up in...learning from my Grandad Kay how we were related to one of the town's two most famous sons: the one John Kay who in 1733 (1704 - 1779) invented the Flying Shuttle a key development in Britain's Industrial Revolution (the other Robert Peel one time an 19th centuary politician who became known for introducing Bobbies or Peelers the fore-runners of modern day Police Officers catching on across the world.
Avoiding here to be too boastful you can read elsewhere in my blogs about my lesser claim to fame, as an inventor of the World's lightest fibrous cellulosic food casing reknown for its commercial manifestation, which circum-navigated our world of EARTH severl times a year for a number of years past, at least!
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