My Uncle Sid was all about magic; from the snowmen he used to bring into the house when I was too sick to go out and play with other children, to the homemade ice-lollies that he used to keep in his fridge.
His long-suffering wife, would smile good-naturedly and humour his unconventional behaviour even when he used to re-paint everyday household items including the toilet seat and on one occasion each spindle of the staircase in a myriad of different colours. Those rainbow stairs became part of family folklore. Always the joker he was an excellent published poet but incredibly modest and would have said that his greatest achievement was his family.
Of course, the eccentricity that irritated adults was what made him special to children. Youngsters and animals alike are always drawn to those with noble hearts and honest voices; my Uncle Sid was no exception. His ready laughter and his ability to speak an enchanted language that so few grown-ups understand made him a particular favourite with children of all ages.
Sadly, my favourite uncle is no longer with us but I do feel blessed to have been handed the keys to a fairy-tale kingdom at a very young age and hope that I have successfully passed the same dream that anything is possible onto my girls; for there will never be enough Uncle Sids and magic in the world.
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan