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For the Birthday Boy

Join me in wishing Young Dive a happy birthday today. It's not just any birthday—it's his 50th. I trust Mum and brother Full will help to make it a special day on behalf of all of us too far away to do anything but offer our best wishes.

It's also the birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson. He fell in love with an unhappily married woman and pursued her from Europe to California where he nearly died because the journey was such a strain on his already frail health. The woman was divorced by the time he got there, so they married and moved back to Scotland. While playing with his stepson, Stevenson drew a map of an imaginary island and used it as inspiration to write Treasure Island.

From Stevenson's A Child's Garden of Verses, and a wish for Dive's happiness:

The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Comments

dive said…
Hee hee.
Thank you, Robyn.
And happy birthday R.L.Stevenson. I've got some catching up to do if I want to follow his example and marry and American babe and retire to a desert island.
7:45 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Happy Birthday to both indeed.
2:17 PM
savannah said…
your blue earrings were my lucky ones during the move, sugar!!! xoxox
6:25 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Happy Birthdasy to Dive!!

May he fall in love with an unhappily married woman.
11:08 AM
Alifan said…
Robyn lovely as always Dive is lucky to have you as his friend.. xx
4:41 AM
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