Personality-wise I like to think I mostly resemble my paternal grandfather.
He was a keen gardener, very quiet and patient and with a wry sense of humour.
He loved solitary early morning walks in the nearby countryside and along the coast. During the summer holidays I would be allowed to go with him and loved it, walking in silence and seeing the wild animals in the early morning light. Water Voles are almost extinct here now but then they were plentiful around the old flooded quarries and I enjoyed watching their antics.
Lately I have been thinking about those walks a lot. They were a big part in forming the person I became. I even looked on Google satellite view to reassure myself that those places still exist – they do. Maybe next spring I will travel there and do those walks one more time, with my camera.
Meanwhile, maybe it is not only him I resemble now…:
A horrible realisation occurred to me when I was drafting my contribution to October’s WFNC. Allow me to explain.
You know the old generalisation about women turning into their mothers? And middle-aged men turning back into teenagers (at least in their dreams)?
I think I have turned into my old boss.
I started working for my current employers when I was only 25.
My boss at the time was a very pleasant guy but some of his quirks seemed very alien to 25 year old me:
- His closest friends were all women, whereas I had been working in an all-male environment for 7 years and regarded women as being mysterious and possibly dangerous. It took me years to work out that this appraisal was very accurate 😉
- Though he had a license – he refused to drive and hated cars.
- In his early-fifties then, he was already jaded and frustrated by bureaucracy and desperate to retire
- He was never happier than when in the workshop tinkering with building his own lab equipment.
- He was a very keen photographer.
- He liked Cricket. He was very disappointed that his new recruit had zero interest in joining the site team.
- He had a love of old brass tools and similar objects, to the point where it was a running joke around the site.
I learned quickly just to humor the old bugger.
Fast forward 28 years…
I am now 53, a non-driver by choice, with all-female friends and am very jaded with work except when tinkering with lab equipment. Then I started putting together the latest WFNC post and realised that my prized photographic props were….
Antique brass tools, all of which I bought recently. I even have a hoard of old brass Bunsen-burners in my office that I rescued from the rubbish last year…
Thankfully Cricket still bores me rigid, so I know the transformation is not complete!
But it does prompt me to wonder – do my younger colleagues really like or respect me? Or are they too, in their turn, just humoring the old bugger…..
Who have you grown to resemble over the years?