A dear boating friend has recently celebrated his 80th birthday and kindly sent us photos of his family and celebrations.
Apparently 16 adults and four children went out for an Italian meal, then it was back to their daughter’s house for cake, cards and presents.
The theme for the cards, all to be handmade, was what life was like in 1939, and one had a child going to bed by candlelight.
The kids all helped blow out the candles, and a good time was had by all.
It took me back to my Mum’s 80th and how we all met up at a restaurant to celebrate. She had been staying with us for the weekend and broken the zip on her trousers, so they were held up with a safety pin.
Going further back, I can remember how disappointed my Dad was that no-one remembered his 60th birthday. It wasn’t that we forgot his birthday at all, just that everyone thought he was a year younger than he actually was. The following year I bought a 60th birthday card and put ‘+1’ on the front. He would have been 90 this year.
Going even further back was a trip to Cardiff for the rugby, and ‘my date’ agreeing to a detour to visit my maternal grandfather whose 70th birthday fell on the same day as the match. He was over the moon to see me.
My 18th was a little subdued as my paternal grandfather died that year.
My 21st was a farce as my husband-to-be bought me a box of chocolates in the sale with Happy Easter on it (my birthday is May 12th and Easter Sunday was April 10th).
My 30th was neat as I lived away by now and Bro sent me flowers, though he wasn’t in NZ then.
My 40th was different as my Dad was in hospital and I took my cake into the ICU to share with the staff. He died the following day. That was the year we moved into our semi and Bro and the family emigrated to NZ.
My 50th coincided with our 15th wedding anniversary, so notices were in the paper, though I didn’t have a party, just a quiet meal out with Hubby.
My 60th was terrific, as we also celebrated our Silver Wedding anniversary. MSM had Maggie for us overnight so that we could spend the night in a hotel and I could have a luxurious bubble bath (she supplied the bubbles, bless her).
My uncle, Mum’s surviving brother, is 90 this year, another friend is 80 and Bro is 75.
Do you celebrate special birthdays, or is it just another day?