I was born on my mothers birthday, and a day after my maternal grandfathers birthday. For the rest of his life that crotchety old man was sore that his daughter delivered on the wrong date! My memory doesnt stretch back that far (Hey, quiet in the cheap seats, its ages since I last put a knife in the freezer!), but I do have memories from my third birthday. I remember my birthday cake in the shape of a soccer pitch, sharing it with other children, who were all a little older than me, and playing hide-and-seek.
On my fifth birthday I recall receiving a toy gold James Bond Aston Martin, which ejected a little man through the roof, and a P38 cap-pistol. Birthdays were marked with be-candled cakes, and jelly and ice-cream, games of Pass-the-Parcel and Blind Mans Buff.
I remember all the milestone birthdays,; 18, 21, 30, 40, 50. I even had a party for my 50th, which Ive not done since I was a child. Along the way, Ive celebrated the special birthdays of my three children, my granddaughter, and of course those of many friends, relatives, girlfriends, and partners. I try to remember the dates of friends birthdays, and their kids, so that I can give them a small gift, though my memory sometimes fails me these days.
I had a lovely birthday last year, travelling to Whitby, a seaside town I love on the North Yorkshire coast, first-class on a steam train. At a time when birthdays seem to be coming round a little too quickly, it was a real treat. I took my first Charlow with me for good luck.
Hope you have an absolutely wonderful birthday Sarah, youve been a great pal to me since I first began posting regularly in Traditionals, and your knowledge, and insight, and humour, and technical wizardry are priceless. I love your love of the Wierd Little Stubby Things, and your penchant for a very particular blue, and would enjoy carrying a knife that would make me smile and chuckle whenever I took it out of my pocket. So please have a very Happy Birthday my friend, and please count me in for this one :thumbup:
Jack