This is one of the times when I really regret not being able to just reblog a perfect post to which I really can add little of use. All I’ll say is that the blogger has clearly an interesting familial history, being born in Argentina with the most English name I can imagine – then working in Mexico before transferring with his Canadian wife to her country. He was born in 1942, and his name is Alex Waterhouse-Hayward. The post – brief but to the point (his blog goes right back to the beginning of 2006) – is here. For anyone whose musical memory doesn’t go back much before The Spice Girls, Maurice Chevalier was a French actor and crooner (who was even nominate for an Oscar) – most famous for his song “Thank Heaven for Little Girls” (1957) – Alex explains how he really loves being surrounded by his women-folk (or is that expression currently banned?):
“The only male in our house besides this blogger is Rosemary’s cat, Toby. I have my female cat Plata and when Hilary comes over with her two girls I am pleasantly surrounded by women. I can think of nothing better. Such was my fear that my paradise would be destroyed by the advent of a little boy that I went as far as informing Hilary (she was pregnant) that if she had a little boy I was going to disown her. I never had to exercise my threat as Lauren was born, 7 years ago. To watch two little girls (Rebecca is now not that little at almost 12) play in our garden is a delight that makes all the hours of garden work seem all worthwhile.
Last Saturday I caught Lauren in a serious mood while she was sitting on one of our lawn chairs. This is not characteristic of her as she smiles and laughs all the time. But I had photographed a serious (always serious for my photos) Rebecca minutes before so perhaps Lauren was just imitating her. Minutes after, the two girls began to dance and Rebecca gave Lauren some ballet lessons. I snapped with my Nikon FM loaded with Kodak Plus X and felt in my 20s again with the excitement of taking pictures just for fun.
The girls and Hilary returned today and for once Rosemary did not get her way and I made very thin pancakes. Rosemary says that pancakes can never feel like dinner. I tried a new recipe of baking bacon in the oven with lots of brown sugar. I served it with the pancakes. The girls used fruit syrups (we have several kinds) while Hilary decided on the Argentine dulce de leche.
This time around Rebecca taught Lauren how to make cartwheels after both sat in a children’s small plastic pool to cool off. I took the trio home and as I drove back I counted my three blessings and all those other women in my life. Toby and I are in our glory.” (blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com)