“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
Birthdays are a good excuse to get together with friends and family to commemorate the passage of time and accept best wishes for the next year. Celebrations last a day; maybe two at most – usually until the cake is no more. That is, unless you happen to be Charles John Huffam Dickens (aka the man who wrote A Christmas Carol). His celebration will last a full year. This year, as of February 7th, Charles Dickens is 200 years old. I use the present tense simply because his words still have power to influence new generations yet to come. London was his city, the Victorian age his time, and the industrial revolution his milieu. At 12, he was forced to leave school and work at a boot-blacking factory to help support his family. Adversity hardened his resolve and gave him the impetus to become the greatest writer of his age.
Happy Birthday, Charles…we have another 6 months to celebrate.
London at Dusk