The Anonymous Widower

Dwelling On Loneliness

I do think that people will admit that my life can be rather lonely.

Although, as someone, who has often worked alone in his life, my state is little different to where I have been before.

As a child, I used to spend hours with my Meccano or just with my father down at his print works in Wood Green.

I was also very much a solitary programmer for much of my working life. Or if I did work with someone, it was just with one person.  The only time I really had someone to work with was when I was writing software in the few years after I’d left ICI. And that was our third son, George, who used to sit in his chair, whilst I bashed away on an old Teletype. Occasionally, he’d get taken over to Time Sharing in Great Portland Street and sometimes, the girls in the office would take him away and play with him.

I sometimes wonder what happened to all those girls; Maeve, Maggie and and the Australians; Crystal Hendricks and Marie Thorpe.

But then I’ve always discarded friends throughout my life.  only a couple of my school friends are still in touch.  But what happened to Sheena Findley, Susan Portch, Caroline and the other girls from my year at Minchenden?  C was just as clumsy with friends, as her best friend from school, Ruth Mason, is just a name in the past. She got married and moved to Ruislip, but where is she now?

I did bump into my first girlfriend at Liverpool; Marilyn Garland, once at Swiss Cottage, a few years after leaving University. She had a baby then and is probably a granmother now.

Some of the Metier people I still know, as I must have got better at keeping in touch as I got older.

But I never really was a team player, and that has stood me in good sense, since the death of C.

I do many things I want to on my own. And in some ways, I like it that way.Although I do miss the company of a good woman. A bad one would probably be good to!

September 7, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | Computing | Minchenden Grammar School, Relationships, Software, Time Sharing