Numbers effect our lives more so than we imagine and sometimes they finally come home to roost when numbers you feel over time cease to become significant any more, except to those you leave behind who may cherish the timeless moments you shared with them in your lifetime.
Apart from the number One on the house where I was a fostered child together with my Brother Christopher RIP When I was a six year old and Chris seven, I was not bothered by numbers too much even those at school bothered me little as at that time being a child in a happy rural environment was all and everything.
My unfettered lifestyle came as a heart rendering crash when I joined my brother in a Nautical preparatory school at the tender age of ten years and four months; and from then I became Boy 117, my Brother Chris was boy 253
After being sold to the British Royal Navy for about 25 pounds sterling when I turned 15, I joined a class 17 at the RN training establishment and then joined my first ship on the 27th and left on the 27th and joined my next ship on the twenty seventh, although this was un noticed until later. My WW2 journals were confiscated when caught scribbling points of interest for later resurrection, by a man of the cloth(Sin Bos'n) who destroyed them. He suggested I leave this to the War Correspondent on board our ship, and mentioned something about hanging from the yardarm, otherwise more unusual happenings would have been recorded for posterity.
My crash draft to HMS Diadem(later sold to Pakistan and renamed PNS Babur) was on the day The HMS Vanguard sailed to South Africa on Jan 27 1947 For the Royal tour
My next move was in Nov 47 when I sailed on a troop ship the day the Queen of England was married, I then joined my next ship on 27 Nov 1947 in Malta HMS Mauritius and returned to U/K to rejoin my first ship on Aug 27 48. By now I had started to realise there was an odd thing about these dates which I confirmed from my service history.
It was on the 27th of May 1950 when ammunitioning ship on HMS Indomitable I dropped a 4.5inch shell on my left foot, It is a perpetual reminder when I remove my left sock; even to this day.
I first met Rosemary aged sweet seventeen in Portsmouth Eng. We were married in Singapore during my 27th year, and on returning home we lived in Portsmouth at a number 93 (9x3=27) Dec 54.
Three weeks after our second born son arrived on the 27th june 1956, Our little family on July 16 my birthday, moved into a brand new (Mortgaged) home, At, Number 27Yew Tree Avenue.
Then, according to my journals, my next ship HMS Ceylon( which I previously served on in 1952 (Korean war) sailed from Portland Eng To Malta 27th Oct 1956 to become involved with the Suez do, Which turned out to become a major cock up by the French and British.
Nothing of particular significance occurred until that freezing cold morning when the HMS Scarborough with me on board sailed to the far east from Portsmouth on the 27th of Jan 1960. But it was in Aug 1962 on the day Marilyn Monroe died our family in a surprise draft to a cushy job in Hong Kong moved into Married Quarters- hard to believe this, number 93 (9x3=27) once again. Our car in Honkers was a ford prefect Rego number XX511, sinister isn't it. During our stay in H K we moved to a new apartment at number 17 Bremer House on Wongneichong rd Over looking the Happy Valley race course, the numbers only went to twenty, ( this building was demolished three years ago), Returning to U/K in 64 we took up residence in our house at 27 yew tree ave-England.( rented during our absence)
It was then in 1971 after our arrival in Fremantle West Australia on the 27th July that this nonsense with number's twenty seven and close companion seventeen went walkabout. Several residential moves have failed to muster a single 27 or 17 of any significance over a period of nearly half a lifetime.
Last Wednesday, due to our mature age, Nearest and Dearest and I decided to arrange for our exit from this world at an establishment in Toukley NSW AUS. All fully paid up in advance meant no worries for hard up relatives, what was the date last Wednesday? yes that's right May 27. Nice finishing touch you might say but never gave it much thought until we met a lady from Wyong Council to choose a double plot as our last resting place, eventually we both agreed on one which laid adjacent to that of a departed friend, our suppressed morbid thoughts changed to laughter when our guide stated, "That will be in Row (F) number Twenty Seven".
Somehow I feel more comfortable about the hereafter, although right now I am in no hurry to go. Vest.
BTW, Being born on 16-7-1926 during the 27th year of the previous century may have been the catalyst. 93 years old (9x3=27) would also suit as an ETD.