As we get older it is funny how we cannot remember why we went into a room, Up the stairs or what we had for Lunch 2 days ago.
BUT……my Memory bank of 17 Feb 1967 is crystal clear.
I was on my second tour of the RCASC School this time as an instructor. Friday 17th I was to be on early shift at the large quantity kitchen feeding approx. 500 at Webb Hall. However Alix (Love of my Life) was heavily pregnant. At approx. 4 am she woke me saying the pains had started and would I drove her to the Hospital. It was dark and freezing cold. I went out started the car to warm it up. Then called the Doctor to say Alix was on her way to the Hospital…. I raced to The Victoria Hospital in Barrie.
When Alix was settled I was told to go home and come back in a couple of hours. I went to work, changed into my whites. When The Sgt came to me and said I heard your wife is in the Hospital WHAT are you doing here? I took off and raced back to Barrie. In those days we could not be in the delivery room. Michael Stuart McRobb our first born. Arrived at 0720 am that cold winter morning.
Mike , Mook, Mookie was a Friday Child:
Fridays child is loving and giving,
He has now reached his 1/2 Century and is still Loving and Giving.
Mook I love you more than you will ever know, Have a wonderful day;