A Gift Arrived Today
I have an Aunty, and her daughter in law (Bex) teaches a school in New Zealand. Naturally we don't see them a lot being that they live so far away.
One day my mother told me about a parents evening that Bex had once and she said that she sat down with this boy who's father didn't show up for the parents evening. She wanted to know why and his mother said that he was very busy, later it was learned that his father was Peter Jackson...yes that Peter Jackson the modern day David Lean.
This was so exiting that I knew someone who had a connection to one of the greatest film-makers of our era. One time, a while ago she came over for a visit, she had other things to talk about but there was only one thing I wanted to ask her "you teach Peter Jackson's son, what's he like have you ever met Peter?". She was very kind and told me the appropriate amount of information, apparently he's a good student who's very creative and apparently a good drawer, she even told me a few funny stories. One of them was when she was showing the class Saving Private Ryan and talking about Spielberg and so forth, but then she just turned to him and said "what can you tell us about Spielberg?" and according to her he casually said "he was over our house last month for dinner" at this point my mind had officially blown. All these stories about someone I actually cared about and so I left feeling very satisfied.
But it wasn't until about a few weeks ago that my mother received a message that I would be sent a package from New Zealand, me and my mother looked at each-other and we both knew what it was related to but we didn't know what it was.
Today I received a package from New Zealand, so I opened it up and inside was a new hard-cover copy of The Hobbit, pretty cool, but we already own a copy of the Hobbit, maybe they didn't know but then we opened it up and inside the book, staring back at me was a personally signed signature from Peter Jackson himself that read.
and on the other side was not only a signature but a little drawing of Gandalf, form...can you guess. That's right Sir Ian Mckellen himself. His simply read.
Brilliant and humble like the man himself.
Along with all this wonderful gift that I don't know what I've done to deserve, there was also a card with three pictures of Sir Ian McKellen teaching a class of Mac-Beth, or Othello (there's a bit of confusion about that) but it doesn't matter. There was also a card with a very sweet message inside it, but that's private.
One day my mother told me about a parents evening that Bex had once and she said that she sat down with this boy who's father didn't show up for the parents evening. She wanted to know why and his mother said that he was very busy, later it was learned that his father was Peter Jackson...yes that Peter Jackson the modern day David Lean.
This was so exiting that I knew someone who had a connection to one of the greatest film-makers of our era. One time, a while ago she came over for a visit, she had other things to talk about but there was only one thing I wanted to ask her "you teach Peter Jackson's son, what's he like have you ever met Peter?". She was very kind and told me the appropriate amount of information, apparently he's a good student who's very creative and apparently a good drawer, she even told me a few funny stories. One of them was when she was showing the class Saving Private Ryan and talking about Spielberg and so forth, but then she just turned to him and said "what can you tell us about Spielberg?" and according to her he casually said "he was over our house last month for dinner" at this point my mind had officially blown. All these stories about someone I actually cared about and so I left feeling very satisfied.
But it wasn't until about a few weeks ago that my mother received a message that I would be sent a package from New Zealand, me and my mother looked at each-other and we both knew what it was related to but we didn't know what it was.
Today I received a package from New Zealand, so I opened it up and inside was a new hard-cover copy of The Hobbit, pretty cool, but we already own a copy of the Hobbit, maybe they didn't know but then we opened it up and inside the book, staring back at me was a personally signed signature from Peter Jackson himself that read.
"HI JONATHAN BEST WISHES, PETER JACKSON"
and on the other side was not only a signature but a little drawing of Gandalf, form...can you guess. That's right Sir Ian Mckellen himself. His simply read.
"JONATHAN, IAN MCKELLEN"
Brilliant and humble like the man himself.
Along with all this wonderful gift that I don't know what I've done to deserve, there was also a card with three pictures of Sir Ian McKellen teaching a class of Mac-Beth, or Othello (there's a bit of confusion about that) but it doesn't matter. There was also a card with a very sweet message inside it, but that's private.
My deepest thanks to Bex for this amazing present that puts all of Christmas to shame. Now because I know you all want to see them here they are.
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