Re:Scottish Nitroglycerin and One Legged Stools (2014)
by theelous3 on Saturday October 03, 2020 @10:05PM
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For what it's worth, I felt like I could see him as you wrote about him. And more, I think it's absolutely on topic to hear about the life of a man who worked in the very place the article is about. Gives us an idea of a person to place there. Maybe during lunch he'd prop himself on the embankment side of the blast walls in the sun, with his jam sandwich.
While of no relevance to this article or these comments... my memories of my Grandfather are all of a kind, mostly self-educated man, who was denied accepting a full university scholarship - despite pleading from the local Headmaster to his own father - due to his alcoholic father requiring him to go to work and earn money to be able to sustain his 8 younger siblings. He loved his Wife and Daughter, reading Omar Khayyam, watching horse-racing, had a legendary reluctance to accept gifts from anyone lest it put them at a financial disadvantage for having thus done so, and as my Mother told me - always took 2 sandwiches to work with him for over 30 years for his nightly "lunch"; one with cheese, and one with jam.
I mention about him in such manner, as there will likely never be another time that I will find reason to immortalize him online in some small measure of remembrance. And... it made me miss him.