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Menory Lane - the Mac-Archives - with a bit of Menosukhi thrown in...

Today is Mac3's birthday. He is nine years my junior.  I can still recall walking home from Whitton School for lunch that Thursday in 1968 and being met by 'aunty' Wendy (mum's good friend).  I was to go with her and join Mac1 and Mac2 at her place for lunch because our new sibling was being born that very minute - at home in my parent's bedroom!

It was cauliflower cheese.  To this day it is still a favourite dish of mine; and Mac3 is a much-loved brother.

Mac1 cuddles the newcomer










Who, in his turn, cuddles a pet...













...then enjoys life in Nigeria for a while...















...attended school in Musselburgh and later graduated as an IT man...






























Jade loved him;




the 'Maestro' loves him










...we all love him!







HAPPY BIRTHDAY THAT BOY &*>  YAM xx

8 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday Mac 3, clearly a much loved baby brother.

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  2. You're scanned the appropriate old pix just in time. Happy birthday to your Mac3.

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  3. How wonderful to get a baby brother when you were nine. Such a perfect age for big-sistering.
    Luv, K

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  4. Hey - dropped by from Pets Always. Love the pics specially the one of Jade :)

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  5. Wow, you certainly have better memories to the birth of sibling than I have. Mine consist of wetting the bed at my grandparents'. Not the best way to welcome a beloved sister into the family I think!

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  6. Oh, and congratulations to him of course (nearly forgot).

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  7. No brothers in my family, so I envy you yours, Yam. However, I have 4 lovely sisters and the youngest is celebrating her birthday today (11 years younger than me).

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  8. What a cutie! My brother is such a pill. Cannot depend upon him. he couldn't even plan enough (i.e. book off work) to get to my son's wedding, in his home province. I traveled 4000km to get there!
    Sorry,... venting!

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