“As I have told, with his time he was more than generous to his children. I spent long, happy hours in his company, being read to, walking in the country or simply accompanying him on his morning rounds. We never seemed to have too much of each other. In minor ways he, like my mother, spoiled me. Once, for example, I remember how I had been rather ‘going on’ for a day or two about how much I wanted a certain boxed game (I was very fond of indoor games) in which one ‘caught’ cardboard fish with s...mall magnets on the end of miniature rods and lines. That afternoon I raised the matter again. ‘All right,’ said my father. ‘Let’s go down to the town now, and buy it.’ I was delighted, and was about to precede him out of the garden door that we normally used, when he said ‘Let’s go this way’ and unexpectedly went down the hall towards the front door. The game, wrapped in brown paper, was already stuck in the letter-box. We spent the evening playing it. Yet this open-handed generosity did not extend to our education or our careers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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