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Post by Humph on Sept 25, 2021 12:43:37 GMT
It won't mean much to anyone else I don't suppose, and that's ok, why would it. But, growing up in Edinburgh, one of my favourite places to visit as a young child was the botanic gardens. When you live in a climate where warm sunny weather is not common, the tropical houses were a place of wonder. Even when east wind was blowing off the Firth of Forth on a winter's day, the inside of those marvellous super sized greenhouses were like being on holiday in an exotic location. The tree mentioned in the article below is firmly part of those memories, I can clearly remember staring up at it promising myself that one day, I would get to visit the sorts of places where such things grew wild. Indeed I did in the end, my life and work has taken me to some very far flung places that I feel privileged to have seen and experienced. Things have their span of course, but reading this article saddened me a just little bit. That particular tree started the beginnings of a dream in me, and I'm sure in others. www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-edinburgh-east-fife-58650503
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Post by bpg on Sept 25, 2021 17:49:19 GMT
It's funny what, apparently, small things shape young peoples ideas for the future.
For me it was Auf Wiedersehn Pet and German lessons at school. No, I didn't want to live in a Nissen hut with a bunch of blokes, I've never worked on a building site in my life regardless of the "Sparky" digs, I worked for NP after Uni but you really wouldn't want me anywhere near your mainboard although I can do single to 3P.
Good you've got great memories of the place and sad they want to cut short the trees amazing life, just think the changes that tree has been alive through. Amazing and difficult to understand. I keep reminding my MiL of the invention of the wheel and electricity during her life time. She hates it when I ask what John Napier was like at school.
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Post by Humph on Sept 25, 2021 18:25:51 GMT
Yes, I do know it's all vacuous nonsense really, but I remember my father taking me to see the exotic plants there when I was little, he in turn, had been taken there by his father when he was a child. My dad was 51 when I was born, he was born in 1907, and his father was born in 1885. That tree had already been there on display for 75 years even then, and for nearly 100 when my dad came into this world. As children, we had all marvelled at it.
It's just a tree of course, but a little bit of a special one. To me anyway.
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Post by bpg on Sept 25, 2021 18:43:52 GMT
Must be a Scottish thing. My grandfather was born in 1892. My dad was born in 1919, he turned 50 in the year I was born.
Edit: I think Mrs BPG might have something to say about me being a dad again now.
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