Towards the latter years of her life my nanna’s memory was none too reliable. On more than one occasion, for example, she insisted that I had got the date of my own birthday wrong. So, with that caveat, today is the anniversary of when she met my grandad. The 12th of February is also the date they got engaged, although in a different year. I thought this was a good day to share grandad’s entry in my autograph book.
My grandad died the year after he wrote this for me. Thus my memories of him are vague and not altogether trustworthy. I know that he taught me a couple of riffs on the keyboard because I still play them today. I am also pretty certain that I used to enjoy sitting on his lap plucking at the red hairs on his arm. (My nanna used to joke that she fell in love with his red hair and fine teeth but that, over the years, they both fell out!) I also think that he used to feed me questionable treats when he thought nanna wasn’t looking. Grandad was responsible for my first taste of Fisherman’s Friends* and also, possibly, chewing tobacco (that’s all I can imagine that the tiny brown nuggets were). He was probably also partly responsible for my love of music. Here is a photo of his old cardboard case that I have had for years, with a lot of his old sheet music in. I love trying to play things like “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikini”. 🙂
I just love Danny Kaye. ❤
Here is the same quote in my nanna’s autograph album:
* Or it could have been Victory Vs. 🙂