Boxing Day on the farm. A quiet day post-christmas. Everyone a bit rattled with ninety-year-old Mary having had a few TIA’s. She rallied well and rested.
Four generations and friends met at Mom’s house to celebrate her 90th today.
It was an all-day affair that included morning tea and lunch. Even when I got there after two there was cake and cheese and biscuits and olives and chips n dips, coffee and tea. Then champagne and sherry. Mom had to forego her nap!
Here’s Mom n Dad, three kids, a grandkid and two great-grandkids.
You like that jersey fella?
Do you know who gave it to me?
No. You’re not going to take a picture are you?
Did you know I have two Moms? Gogo Mary and . . .
Oh, yes, the lady in America!
Right! Katie Patterson. She sent me a parcel one Christmas with this jersey in it. Around 1990 I think. The jersey’s way older’n you!
Yeah, you showed me a picture of her.
Oh. Well, here she is again:
She has a lovely smile, just like Gogo Mary, says the boy. Knows just how to say the right things at times, my boy (and the very wrong things at other times!!).
When did you go to America?
1973. I was seventeen.
How did you get there?
You flew! In what?
A jet plane.
They had jet planes back then?
Yeah, I didn’t swim. I think the first commercial jet flew in the late fifties.
wikipedia: The first purpose-built jet airliner was the British de Havilland Comet which entered service in 1952.
Here’s a bit about flying in 1973.