I’m really quite sophisticated #humour #family #sibling

It’s odd what my mother kept. In one envelope are two letters written in the early 1960s by me and my brother, the Archaeologist.  He is a mere 19 months older than me but it might as well be a millennia.

We would holiday with my gran at Easter, letting mum, especially have a break from two demanding boys. That Easter we were taken to Margate, to Dreamland in a sidecar. I remember it well and I reported as much to my parents in my letter.

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Astute readers may notice a middle name. In CAPITALS. I begrudged the fact the Archaeologist had a middle name and I did not so my mother suggested I adopt one. He had also been named after one of the Rev Awdry’s trains – Gordon the Express, would you credit – while Geoffrey never appeared in any transportative capacity. It was, I suspect, inevitable that I would adopt the hero of the eponymous series, albeit I failed to retain the same. My younger self would not be best pleased at my feeble mindedness in letting go of that middle name.

And, of course, this provides proof, were any needed, of my early and still enduring love of the ginger-quiffed boy reporter, Tintin. At least I’ve not let me down totally by retaining that affection.

The Archaeologist’s approach to writing home, meanwhile, can best be described as formal. I’m not sure, aged nine or so as he was then, if he had come across Jane Austen but I suspect it wasn’t far off. And had a quill pen been available, well the pencil would have been dispensed with.

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Were we really related? It does seem unlikely. And is it any wonder I was intimidated? You might well think he was some sort of freakish automaton, cold, a child aesthete. Ha!

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Piglet! What a softy… Needless to say the child with the large thighs in the right hand corner is me. My brains were always likely to be found in my arse.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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20 Responses to I’m really quite sophisticated #humour #family #sibling

  1. Very similar (14 months) age gap between Chris and me. I was the oldest. Chris the mathematician, me the artist

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    • TanGental says:

      Yes, the other way about in terms of academic leanings; were you coldly indifferent to Chris? My only point seems to be as something to be used in various egregious experiments. Oh well at least I survived.


  2. Anabel Marsh says:

    I’m pleased to see you were visiting the library – even although you don’t appear to be able to spell it. The formality of your full-name signature reminds me of a set of childhood pictures taken by John, all carefully labelled CW Marsh (better known as Mum), JH Marsh (himself) and so on for every family member. Also, your brother listing his address all the way out to the Solar System – I’m sure we all did that at some point. Happy days!

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  3. Miriam says:

    What awesome memories, in paper and on print. A nostalgic and fun post.

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  4. Isn’t it strange, to see a letter you’ve written when you were a child – so very, very long ago, and yet, you can skip back into that child’s head in a moment. I think it’s important to be able to bring out that child and his thoughts, insecurities (the brother), the desires (a middle name!) and the wonderful politeness. Sweet. As I’m sure you still are.

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  5. trifflepudling says:

    Do you remember pressing so hard with the pencil that all the varnish from the table was stuck to the back of the paper when you turned it over?! Tut-tut. These brought that memory back – thanks. Interesting to see how personalities are fundamentally fixed from the word go, as is shown brilliantly by these two little missives!
    I wish I was as brief now as I was then. Stuck in one of the family albums is a thank-you letter from me which went: “Dear Auntie Grace, with love from Gillian” .

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  6. Wonderful! More proof that we come with our passions and life interests in place…… and our brain placements! 🙂

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  7. Norah says:

    What lovely reminiscences, Geoff, and how nice to get to know a little more of the boy in you. As you say, 18 months, but a millennium apart! It can happen that way. Your parents must have tried a different cabbage patch for you! Those artefacts of childhood are priceless, aren’t they?

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  8. This is a little piece of treasure, Geoff. What a great look back into your childhood. I love how you ‘printed’ rather than use joined up writing. I was exactly the same while in Junior school and had to be encouraged to join the letter together.

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  9. jan says:

    What a cute butt! Definitely nothing to explain away. Love that Teddy Bear. It looks like he’s been through the washing machine a few too many times and is crying “Help.”


  10. willowdot21 says:

    A fan of TinTin even then! Love those chubby thighs! I see why your Mum kept those letters! 😃😉

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  11. Just got to this (been catching up), and I’ve got the say Tintin jumped out at me from the letter straight away. Remembered you talking about him as we walked back to Kings Cross the other week. It’s funny how some things from our childhood still excite us. Although an avid reader, TV was really the biggest influence on me, so I get nostalgia pangs at the mention of many TV series from the ’60s and ’70s.
    Can’t imagine my mother will have any of my old letters – but that’ll probably be down to me not writing any. A wonderful find.

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