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| Rog, Mum, Frank & Laurie at Mum's 75th |
You may have noticed that I've not been as active as usual on the blog. Real life has been getting in the way! We went to Bristol to see my elder brother Frank and celebrate his 80th Birthday, a real milestone. It is quite interesting to note Frank (and his twin brother Laurie) are the first year of the Baby Boomers. I was born in the second last year, sixteen years later. My Dad was still in the RAF when they were born. London was littered with bombsites, there was rationing. Families did not have tellies, dishwashers, central heating, telephones or microwaves. Home entertainment was either newspapers, books, musical instruments or the radio. Schools were very different places. My brothers arrived at St Vincents School as 4 year olds. My mum had walked up with them from their council house on Wise Lane. They were dropped off and were immediately naughty. Their teacher, Miss O'Donovan got the cane out and they ran and hid behind the piano. Eventually, the caretaker was summoned to extract them. They managed to swerve out and escaped, arriving home before 11am. They informed Mum that they didn't like school and weren't going back. Sadly, for them, they had to and they had to face the ire of Miss O'Donovan. Much has changed, four year olds are not caned and such an escape would prompt a major incident.
As they grew older, they developed a love of music. When they asked my Dad to buy them guitars, he told them to build them, which they did. Both are natural musicians, far more gifted than me. When I was small, the biggest joy in life was listening to them jamming the skiffle songs of Lonnie Donegan and others. Frank got married when I was five and moved to Chelmsford to start a family, two years later his son Martin appeared. I was most exited. The age gap between Martin and I was seven years, less than half the gap to Frank. Frank loved football and got me interested in the game. In 1968, he tried to persuade me to support Manchester United. I plumped for City, my Mums team. This started a lifetime of good humoured banter. Laurie was not into sports. He considered them a waste of energy. He was always very into music though.. In 1968, Laurie played me the album Sailor by The Steve Miller Band and confidently informed me it was the best record ever made. A view I firmly believed until I discovered Punk Rock. As I have matured, I still believe it is in the top five. Laurie left home at 13 to study to be a Priest with the Mill Hill Missionary Order. In our family, he was considered a living saint, Mum and Dad's free ticket through the pearly gates. His education was away from home in places like Freshfields in Lancashire and Rosendaal in the Netherlands. Although Laurie lost his faith and vocation before he was ordained, he has always told me his education was amazing. Studying abroad gave him excellent language skills. I suspected that he chose that route to get away from Challoner School and the attentions of headmaster Daniel Coughlan, a notoriously vicious character.
Frank left shortly after to go to Finchley Grammar School. Frank got good O Levels and A Levels and went to University to study electronics. He has had a long career as a Rocket Scientist. In the mid 1970's, he had a spell running the family business, car crash repairers Mac Metals in Bunns Lane. He did a good job, but it wasn't really his thing. He did however learn vital management skills and when he returned to electronics, he managed large teams, working on such projects as The Space Shuttle and Giotto. Laurie set up a welding business, that continues to this day, called Bunns Lane Welding. Laurie is a highly skilled welder and is one of the few people in London to be able to fix alloy wheels.
I find it hard to believe both are 80 years old. I can remember, as a four year old, the excitement of their 21st Birthday Party. Both of them have played a massive role in my life. Both encouraged me musically and have supported me in developing the studios, on the industrial estate the family own. Both are very different but highly intelligent and have, over the years, given me much sound advice. As a sibling sixteen years younger, they are both good role models. If you met them, you would not recognise them as twins, but if you heard them jam a track, you'd see the link.
I find it fascinating to see the different mindsets of the top and tail of the Boomer generation. They were born into a country in the height of austerity, I was born into a country rushing into the swinging sixties. Frank told me that he lost his faith when the Church started saying mass in English rather than Latin, when he actually understood what was being said, he decided it was a load of mumbo jumbo. Apart from when I was very small, English was always the language for me. I've never quite figured if I was more effectively brainwashed than my brothers, or I saw things as they were and figured it differently. Who knows?
I notice that many of our attitudes about issues are markedly different. I suspect that the punk rock generation are far more cynical about many things and we have a very different relationship with authority and the status quo. As for my brothers, I see a big difference in the way they see the world. I put some of this down to the fact Laurie lives in London and Frank lives in Bristol. Another factor is that Laurie has run a small business, whereas Frank worked on massive projects for huge companies. What they both have in common is their loyalty and love for their nuclear families. Having children is a massive challenge and they've both done an amazing job with their children.
What I find difficult to get my head around is that their next keynote birthday should they make it will be their 90th! A date beyond what my Mum, Dad or any of their siblings reached. We are lucky, their are six of us and we are all still here. I see Laurie almost every day at work, Frank once or twice a year. Many things have changed, but whilst they are still around, I feel the world is a better place.
Happy birthday bro's!!!!!!


