1958 was a great year for producing men
Last weekend my husband celebrated his 60th birthday with 5 of his BFFs, 4 of whom were also born within the last half of 1958. The sixth is one year younger. Although these guys get together for weekends a few times a year, their better halves were included in this celebration. Three couples live in Ottawa (including us), two live in Toronto and the fifth birthday boy resides in Belleville.
These guys have known each other since primary school, growing up in Kingston, Ontario. Most of them attended post secondary school in Kingston as well. Only two of these six men have biological brothers so they are very much like brothers to each other. That makes them real, actual BFFs although they affectionately call each other “Bud.” One could say BFFs are the new Buds, or more aptly Buds are the old BFFs.
These BFFs have been together through good times and bad, including six weddings, the birth of fourteen babies, one divorce, the deaths of many of their parents, and very tragically, one death of a beloved spouse. Our fourteen collective children range in age from 21 to 35 but we are the only couple with grandchildren to boast about. So far. I’m sure they all left here looking forward to welcoming their own grandchildren after meeting one of ours and seeing lots of pictures of the other two.
Although we celebrated my husband’s 60th birthday with our immediate family in August, he did not want a big splash. This weekend party (it did last pretty much all weekend) here in Ottawa was the perfect way to celebrate their friendship and their milestone birthdays. Together, like brothers, buds or BFFs. Now that most of them are retired, we hope to get together more often.
I wasn’t around yet in 1958, but can vouch for the fact that it produced some pretty awesome men. One of them I am married to, the other four are his buds.