It’s official: I share my life with a genius.
In saying this, I suppose you can accuse me of trumpet-blowing. Nonetheless, I’ll continue.
When my eyes fell on the large-text sub-heading in The Sydney Morning Herald last Thursday that re-iterated this announcement, a mixture of emotions overtook me. Pride and respect figured prominently; because I’m only human. I’m more than happy to be the wife of such a man; Ron, my husband.
It seems not so well recognized; the mind-boggling fact that Ron is, in fact, self taught. To me at least, it’s almost incomprehensible that the Grand Organ in the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall could be created by someone without formal qualifications; someone who had read up on Organ Building in the Mitchell Library, and set to work making these instruments. Ultimately, he was chosen to bring the magnificent idea of this huge Grand Organ into fruition. Yes, it’s true!
But then, this isn’t the end of Ron’s amazing abilities. Who else could design and make his own glider, at home, again without formal qualifications? And, in due course, get into it and fly like an eagle for two hours, a mile above the ground.
And so, with all this in mind, I’m more than honoured that he has encouraged my writing in no small way; even editing the volumes and creating the covers. Aren’t I lucky?