Dad would have been 101 today – born in 1919.
He lived to the grand age of 90 and had great insights into the Ireland of yore.
Crazy stuff like driving from his hometown in the West right across the country when he had never driven a car before; going to the pictures 6 0r seven nights a week; having to spend Christmas minding a bank house as he was the youngest in the office; running back into a burning building to retrieve a box of golf balls when they were extremely scarce here during World War 2; listening to aspiring politicians addressing massive crowds from the backs of lorries; American Wakes – saying sad farewells to people emigrating to American who had no hope of ever coming home….
But most of all it’s a few little sayings of his that are playing around in my head. The main one is:
What’s your preference?
He used to pose this especially to Mother when it came to where they/we might go for a walk or a Sunday drive.
The bit that makes me smile about this is I always knew where I would find them walking if they weren’t at home when I popped in. Two possibilities: both looking out over the ocean.
I wonder what time he was born and how his Mama was feeling this time 101 years ago as her second child and first son was set to make his mark on the world…