Today’s my father’s birthday and I remember this picture, part of a collage I made, long ago, full of memories.
And I do recall how dementia took hold, and long distance did not help. And then he died when we were living in Prague. He was no closet bohemian, like Muv, my mother, but he was a beautiful boy, graceful, and quite an athlete, long, long ago.
And when Bill Gates Sr. wanted to learn how to fly-fish, he was told Blair Alexander was the guy – and Blair could really tie flies. When i was young I would walk in and just stare….so many feathers, peacock – so blue and green, and various threads, so thin and elegant on various spools, all lined up, and there were so many small drawers, each with their own ingredients, in a kind of closet that stood on 4 legs.
My father was neither shy nor gregarious but in that closet there was so much color and those flies were often the center of attention. Where he did create beautiful flies to tempt those fish…and I think i got 2 of those flies to a guy named Charles by way of a friend who wrote books with the Prince on gardening – once upon a time when I lived in london….
but who cares…i think all my father wanted was to be liked-and he really was.
Happy Birthday dear Blair