August 24th 1937. I remember it well, waking up, no Mum, and my Dad urging me to get dressed and saying he had a suprise for me. We boarded a tram to see my surprise - my new little brother in hospital with my Mum. Can't say I was enamored with this baby, having been an only child for nine years, I was distinctly jealous of him, but I grew to love him - and here I am seventy two years later, thinking of you Jimmy on your birthday, as I do most days. So many happy memories, God Bless, Joyce and Brian.