grandad kit

Thank you for reading my blog. If you have difficulty seeing your grandchildren, or have any views about my situation, I would welcome your messages by e-mail through this blog site. If you wish, just use a first name or a nickname and your identity will be protected, like mine – “Grandad Kit.”

Dear “Tom”

Alladin's Cave

I am you other grandfather, the one you have never met. You are three years old, and although I have never met you, I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet one day, I am sure. I am writing this daily "blog" to you to make up for the fact that I can't speak to you right now. I hope that one day you will be able to read this.

You know the story of Alladin and the Forty Thieves? Or was it Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves? You might even seen it as a pantomime at the theatre. Never mind. The story is, Alladin (or was it Ali Baba?) followed the thieves to their secret store where they kept all the things they had stolen, which wa in a hidden cave. The cave had no locks on it, no bolts, no bars - it didn't even have a door. What happened was, when they got to the cave with the things they had stolen, the leader of the gang of thieves said the magic words and the rock face opened up to reveal the entrance to the cave. And when they'd put the stuff inside, the leader said more magic words and the cave closed up again so that no-one could see where it was - it was just bare rock.

So Ali Baba (I think that's the guy) saw this from a place where he was hiding. When the thieves had gone away, he went up to where the cave was and said the magic words "Open Sesame!" and the cave opened. Inside were lots of gold and jewels and precious things that the thieves had stolen. I forget the est of the story - I suppose Ali Baba brought all the things back to the people thye'd been stole from, he married the princess and lived happily ever after, becoming a wise leader of his people. Now I KNOW it musr be a fairy tale, because things like that just don't happen in real life.

Anyway, the whole point and reason I'm telling you this is that today I was in a fantastic building with a fantastic store of treasure - not treasure in money or gold or jewels or anything like that, in fact if anyone else saw it they would say it was jsu rubbish. But to me it was gold, pure gold - but not with any money value. What it is is a huge store of old photogrpahs, documents, books, letters, posters, bills and all sorts of other things going back a hundred years or more. It's a whole load of history, and because Grandad's books are mainly about history, it's just ideal for me. I could have stayed there for days and weeks and months! But I can always go back again.

No word yet from your mother, but maybe she didn't get my letter until today.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann