The Times today had a piece on important dates for other countries, asking if we knew them as we knew our own. This was triggered by the VE day anniversary – 70 years this year since. Mostly it was just years For instance
Greece 1940 28th October
And on. I’ve no idea if this is true. But it is true certain dates have a resonance. What about November 11th; October 21st; November 30th? Dull parts of the year? Armistice day, Trafalgar day, St Andrew’s day? My dad’s, my mum’s and my birthdays?
And do they ever inform character, influence character? Not in some mystical, mumbo-jumbo-ish, Gwyneth Paltrow new age bollocks, born under a sign crapological way. No rather because as you grow they are always being linked to you? Or do you react the other way, rejecting what the dates stand for?
With my dad, he was proud to be British. He would never be English unless sport was involved and the games were against the other home nations. He was also happy to think of himself as European with a lot in common with the French, however much they might, as a nation rub us up the wrong way politically.
Mum, in contrast, held a fondness for her birth day and the importance of the battle in securing the high seas. But she was more interested in people than nations and nationalities. She was fascinated by the history ta surrounded the event while abhorring the loss of life.
Me, I’m inextricably linked to the Scots which might explain my penchant for visiting every year. And, like my father, why I want us to remain British.
Does that resonate at all? Or is it just me, on my wedding anniversary, wondering about the inexorable march of the calendar, fighting time’s inevitable arrow?