I’m going to tell you all a story, so gather round …
Long ago in a place far, far away (well, Toronto is far away from where I happen to be right now), Lo, and two babies were born to two mothers who did not previously know each other (as far as we know), and in the same hospital, Toronto’s East General, on the same day, and AT VIRTUALLY THE SAME TIME!!! – or, about a half-an-hour apart, give or take a few minutes.
The boy had red hair; the girl dreamed of remaining blonde forever. (And there was no chance that these children could have been switched at birth, because the hair colour would have been an immediate give-away that something was amiss. That’s not the direction this story is moving, anyway.)
The mothers may have met and chatted during their time in the hospital. We have no way of knowing now.
The years passed and there was no contact between the families … until the boy and the girl entered Grade 7 at Glen Ames Senior Public. Because the girl’s last name was Toy and the boy’s last name was Tubbs, he always followed her alphabetically throughout school. The boy and the girl also attended five years at Malvern Collegiate Institute, played musical instruments in the concert band, had mutual friends. Here they are, right next to each other, in the 1968 Muse, Malvern’s yearbook. This is from their Grade 9 class picture.
Then they went off to different universities and lost touch with each other …
Until … Through the modern social miracle we know of as Facebook, which connected them, once again, they accepted each other as friends a few years ago. But it wasn’t until last year they discovered – again because of Facebook and its ability to notify everyone of imminent birthdays – that not only did they share the same birth date, but also the same hospital and almost the same moment of birth! Quelle surprise!!!! And, all those years they were in school together, they never knew how close they really were to each other – not separated by birth, but connected by it!
So, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my Best Birthday Buddy, my Brother by Another Mother!, Mike Tubbs, or Tubbsie as he’s always been known to his friends, a very Happy Birthday! And I will add that you, Mike, are in good company in turning 60 years old today, because, yes, we have hit that milestone.
Here’s to June 21, 1953, 3:00 – 3:30 p.m., give or take a few minutes. It was a very good year, and I do believe we have both aged quite well, even if I do say so myself!
This is for me and you, Birthday Buddy! You say it’s OUR Birthday!
And this is what I plan to do in Bequia tonight! (although, I may skip that style of dancing …)
Tubbsie, I hope you have an equally enjoyable evening planned to celebrate OUR Birthday!