Belated happy birthday
It was Tim’s 50th birthday yesterday. It is a day that sticks in the mind because his mother allowed the Christmas decorations to stay up for his birthday, two days later than the rest of us, who took them down on 6th January.
Tim lived in a big old house that had once been the dwelling for a farm; in the memory of a primary school child, it was huge. There was a big open fire on which it was possible to burn logs the size of tree trunks and an Aga in the kitchen that created a feeling of permanent warmth. The garden was vast and was surrounded by a range of former farm buildings that became a place of adventure for kids. Tim’s dad had a collection of old cars, including a racing car and a Jaguar like that of Inspector Morse. In retrospect, the Jaguar was probably no so old; but, when you are eleven, even three years is an eternity.
To the rear of the buildings, there was a field with a line of walnut trees across the middle. In the summer of 1972, or maybe 1973, hours were spent by a group of boys driving an old Morris Minor with a soft top around and around the field. The car’s gearbox was wrecked and it was not possible to get it into fourth gear, though third was probably enough in a Morris Minor in a field. Sometimes the clutch did not function and scream of the gears would be greeted with shouts from those not driving. Tim had a great sense of the macabre and said the car was so rusty that one day it would break in two and that the still turning drive shaft would mangle up those sitting in the rear. It never occurred to ask if a Morris Minor was rear wheel drive and in the four decades since there has never been a news story of anyone being mangled up by a Morris drive shaft.
Tim had a passion for military history and military modelling, spending hours making and painting models. We would fight World War II war games on vast landscapes he had created with papier mache and modelling materials. The conflicts were often so vast that they rarely reached any resolution. Tim had an inherent fairness about him, willing to be the German side as often as he was the British.
Being sent away to school, I slowly lost touch with him. By the time we were in Sixth Form College, we were barely more than acquaintances, though could still laugh at stories from the past.
It is thirty years since I last saw him, though think he must have joined the army soon after college. The last I heard of him was that he was an officer with the tank regiment in southern Iraq. Having already been a vehement opponent of the Iraq war, the thought of Tim’s presence there made brought home the reality of soldiers caught up in a conflict not of their making from which they will ultimately have to retreat.
Wherever he might be, I hope he enjoyed his 50th birthday – and that drive shafts have caused him no problems in the last thirty years.
Great memories there Ian, you remember so much its amazing, I had forgotten about the Morris Minor. I remember there was an old Austin 7 in the barn to the left of the farm entrance and Tims Dad had the Allard in his workshop to the right….and we also had some fantastic adventures in the old farmyard and outbuildings…..Tim(and Max) used to have some great Dinky and Corgi toys too…..I hope he had a great 50th…Happy Birthday Tim where ever you are…….
Was there an Austin Healey in the same barn as the Austin Seven?
There was another vehicle in there Ian, I just cannot remember what it was though… It could have been a Healey. I can remember it was to the left of the entrance and the little Austin 7 to the right….
The Austin 7 was dark blue. I think the vehicle to the left was incomplete. Maybe I think it was an Austin Healey because the other car was an Austin
Yes it was incomplete, just some bare steel panels fitted to it……..Ian its fun digging into the memories and you seem to be able to trigger them….