Nov 18, 2006 00:20
I've had the good fortune to be called a gentleman. Maybe its my love of jimmy stewart films, or clark kent admiration, but I'd always thought that it was a noble attribute. Treating people with respect, and keeping your cool, not talking people down, grace under fire. Gentle-man. A man who is not rough, nor harsh, not hard or threatening. Only the most undeserving of respect will not get it from a gentleman.
My grandfather died on wednesday. He was 66. Finlay Glancy had 7 children, my mother was the second born. He had 17 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren. He came over every day with his dog, Jake, and had a coffee. Milk and three sugars. In his youth, he was an excellent footballer (saved a ball from Jinky Johnson) and had red hair. Granda was never too tall, but loved that I was.
I always took after the Sutherland side of my family. Reasonably tall bunch, blondes all over the place. It bothered me that I didnt have much in common with the Glancy side of my family. They were shorter, I was tall. They were always good footballers (so were the sutherlands, I am a mutant) and I was not. Red hair for the Glancys, blonde hair for me. granda took his coffee with milk and three sugar, I took mine black with none. We didnt have much in common.
"he was a great man"
"I know"
"never had a bad word to say about anyone"
"Yeah, that was him"
"he was just a good man. A gentleman."