'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.
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Wednesday, 14 January 2009
There is a very special man in my life. He is gentle, kind, and although I've not seen him for a long time, he still means so much to me. My uncle.
I grew up as the oldest grandchild of two sets of grandparents. It seemed I had Greats and Grands galore, all older and rather Victorian, and many putting pressure upon me to conform to a "good little girl" mould that, to a large extent, I obeyed.
But my uncle was wonderful. He accepted me, was kind to me, and made me laugh. I remember when he was still at high school, and showed me how to pull up your socks and then put your knees together to check the tops were the same height. He did neat things like showing me the trick of the broken finger illusion, and told me never to swallow chewing gum or it would wrap itself around your heart (I wasn't even allowed chewing gum!). He made a pull-down desk for himself, with a chain that stopped it going too far, and he let me read his MAD magazines. Wow!
It was a bit like having a brother.
Later he went flatting and sent lots of photos of himself and his flatmates doing funny things, and with comments on the back of each one like "Now, if I stand here, the fence won't fall down". He had a motorbike, and learnt to play the guitar, and formed his own band, playing in pubs. He traveled overseas for a long time.
He was, and is still, my hero.