Two weeks after my birthday, is my brother's birthday. Five years before my birth day, is my brother's birth day. I was apparently born two weeks immature or something, because I was due on the same date or thereabouts as my brother. I have film evidence of a pregnant mom taking my brother and his friends to a birthday party at the then-Seaworld to play with the dolphins etc. back in 1979 because they were wanting to get it done before I popped out. Boy did I surprise everyone, and I don't think I've been as early for anything else since.
Anyway, this post isn't meant to be about me, but my brother;
It's Allen Frederick Johnston's 35th birthday today, and he's on his way to 40... I can't actually believe it because it really does feel like almost yesterday that he was 26 and back in RSA for my 21st birthday, and it's been about ten years since then. And Max is getting on too. But again, this post is meant to be about my brother.
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD TIMER (I think I can legitimately say that now) - hope you make it another 35 years ... hectic, that's crazy. I can't fathom the implications of how old he is yet!
Anyhow, hope it was a good one Allen, and we'll make up for all of the missed birthday celebrations together when you finally migrate back to RSA :)
God bless,
Bryan & Katherine
Hi Bryan
ReplyDeleteThanks for this message - I just saw it now!
I wonder if that trip to Seaworld was with Gary Farr. I remember going there with him and seeing Gambit and Purdy (I think) and the other dolphins!
I can, of course, also remember when you arrived on the scene!
I guess my memory hasn't gone completely yet then, but I prefer not to think about my ridiculous age and am still trying to work out exactly where the last ten years did go!
Cheers
Allen