To paraphrase Dylan Thomas, "Today is my sixty-ninth year to heaven." The beginning of my seventieth year. I am a war baby, not a baby boomer. Born during the nadir of the 20th century, I came of age during the affluent fifties. My life has been blessed with mostly good things. I have plenty of comforts; family, friends, love, and work. My mother is hosting my birthday lunch. My granddaughter will be there. Life is good. (Kinehora!)*
"A Birth Day Gift" child's mug/iron red transfer with yellow glaze, circa 1820
Nineteenth century child's plate with a molded alphabet border. The words are Dutch for "Happy Day Of Your Birth."
* Kinehora is the Jewish equivalent of "Knock on Wood."