The star of every young man's life..? 26 1 27
Yesterday on T-T there was this aging man holding forth about every man's first daughter how they are formed in his image, t reason being so that he can relate to her.
Right away it got me thinking of my sister's first child, a girl, who is not formed in her father's image but more his than my sister's in terms of character, so much so that i can guess she is his favourite child sporting his exageratedly long chin.
And his 3 subsequent sons: Nicholas (also a chip off the old block!), followed by Gregory (more like her than him) and finally Thomas who would call his only son after me rather than his own father!
So the star of every young man has to be his mother, which was certainly true in my case until my wife-to-be finally entered the fray, as i was coming up to 30.
When I was coming up to 60 I asked my mother and sister to arrange a birthday party in my honour, thinking what a good bash our mother's 80th was but fearing she might not see 90, so therefore my 60th to have her attend aged 86!
At this particular birthday bash, the first since I celebrated my 21st, was held in the Liberal Club just round the corner from where she lived, and I recall making a small speech to say how my mother had been there for me on life's foothills, whilst my wife, also present, had been there once i was grown up and began to climb life's bigger hills...
As a life-long Hill Walker, Rock-climber and Fell Runner (only downward!) when my relationship with my wife really took off among the English Lakes and Fells I have to think there is more than a grain of truth in all these suppositions, these thoughts being stimulated with an old memory card, from one of my earlier phones, full of video memories of such endeavours, from various mountain ranges, my wife still very much at my side in this the 60th year of our union!
As i wish all you readers of blog a happy continuation to t new year of 2026 getting under way!!
Right away it got me thinking of my sister's first child, a girl, who is not formed in her father's image but more his than my sister's in terms of character, so much so that i can guess she is his favourite child sporting his exageratedly long chin.
And his 3 subsequent sons: Nicholas (also a chip off the old block!), followed by Gregory (more like her than him) and finally Thomas who would call his only son after me rather than his own father!
So the star of every young man has to be his mother, which was certainly true in my case until my wife-to-be finally entered the fray, as i was coming up to 30.
When I was coming up to 60 I asked my mother and sister to arrange a birthday party in my honour, thinking what a good bash our mother's 80th was but fearing she might not see 90, so therefore my 60th to have her attend aged 86!
At this particular birthday bash, the first since I celebrated my 21st, was held in the Liberal Club just round the corner from where she lived, and I recall making a small speech to say how my mother had been there for me on life's foothills, whilst my wife, also present, had been there once i was grown up and began to climb life's bigger hills...
As a life-long Hill Walker, Rock-climber and Fell Runner (only downward!) when my relationship with my wife really took off among the English Lakes and Fells I have to think there is more than a grain of truth in all these suppositions, these thoughts being stimulated with an old memory card, from one of my earlier phones, full of video memories of such endeavours, from various mountain ranges, my wife still very much at my side in this the 60th year of our union!
As i wish all you readers of blog a happy continuation to t new year of 2026 getting under way!!
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