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I have never done a piece about who I am of any length, and I think it's not something I'm going to find easy, despite the fact that I am a person who loves to communicate. All right! I talk too much! Here goes…I am married to a wonderful wife, and live in Cardiff, South Wales. We have no children.
My life began in 1947, so I suppose you could say I was a baby-boomer. My father had just been discharged from the Army after serving out the war in Iceland (brrr!).At the time of my birth, we were living in rented accommodation on the east side of Swansea, due to the fact that my parent's home had been flattened by the intense bombing during the war.
My father had always wanted a big family and I was the only boy out of 4 surviving children. I would have had three other sisters, but two were stillborn, and one died who would have been a year older than me. Vaguely I can remember a huge fuss of me being the only boy and the centre of attention, though it was not something I wanted. So it seems I was born wanting to mould into the background. But this was something my father did not want of me, so when I was old enough, I was put to piano lessons so that I could display my talents for anyone who cared to listen. It wasn't that I didn't like music, on the contrary I could (and still can) put music to practically every situation I encounter in life. The fact was that I lived in a world of my own and was quite content to be there. I was an introvert, who would speak only when spoken to, except with my younger sister, and we gradually became like cat and dog.Throughout my childhood I was in awe of my father, who was a typical out-going and very shrewd businessman who built and then sold on (for a profit) every type of business imaginable. I remember being asked in school what my father did for a living and I didn't have a clue. Not wanting to appear stupid, I muttered something like "engine driver". I don't know what he would have said if he had found out.
My introversion came to an end in the sixties when I was about 14 years old - long hair was just coming in to fashion and was not something that suited me best because my hair was very curly. I had grown to love horses and my father had bought me a pony and then a small-holding of about 40 acres. Back then, my father could see a profit and we went on to breed and school Palamino riding ponies. One day, we were taking delivery of some railway carriages and were putting them in one of the fields as the ponies' shelter. My dad seemed impatient with me and nagged on and on and on at me until, around mid afternoon, I exploded yelling back at him through tears (and tangled mop of hair) at the top of my voice.Suddenly, he stopped and smiled and just said, "Thank God for that! I thought you were never going to come out of your shell!" He put his arms around me and gave me a big bear hug. It felt good, to be close to him and the fact that a lot of pent-up energy had released. He did spoil it a little by adding, "I do wish you'd get a hair cut though!"
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