Another Milestone Birthday
Marjorie Broberg celebrated her 90th birthday in the restaurant at Ciudad Patricia.
Amongst the many guests was some of her fellow church members of which she invited to join her in here celebrations. Some of her family joined her and some residents at Ciudad Patricia were also invited. They enjoyed a delicious 3 course meal and talked about many happy memories of Marjorie growing up which was helped along by her niece writing and reading some happy stories of her life.
On behalf of Neville I want to thank you for coming to this special celebration - Margery’s 90th Birthday.
I have known Margery Broberg all my 64 years, almost as long as Neville has known her. Neville is my uncle, my father Raymond’s brother.
You know, when young people see people with grey hair and wrinkles and bent bodies, and all they see is an old person. Little do they know the wealth of our lives – and that the heart of ourselves as a young person still beats within.
Margery Broberg is a contemporary of Queen Elizabeth II. Although Margery’s path in life has been different from our monarch, they have much in common.
Margery Broberg started out in life as Margery Simpson, born in Yorkshire in 1926, daughter of a Master Stonemason. Like many of her generation, her teenage years were both shadowed and shaped by the Second World War. For many young women this was a time of opportunity as womens’ role in the war effort became recognised. Post-war, the nation pledged its effort to invest in the next generation, with the focus on the health and education of the post-war baby-boom (of which I am one). Margery went for teacher training, and met the Broberg family when she had a temporary job as Personal Assistant for my grandfather, the owner and manager of Airedale Electrical & Manufacturing Ltd, Apperley Bridge, Yorkshire. My grandfather declared that Margery’s talents were wasted on teaching – not only was she extremely efficient, but she was ‘pleasant to rest the eye upon’ (my grandfather was a master of understatement).
At this time Jean Riddiough, the girl who would be my mother, was a lodger at the Broberg house, as she had just started her own teaching job in Leeds. She and Neville used to go to dances to practice their dancing steps – my mother only had eyes for Neville’s brother, (Raymond) who was overseas in India. Meanwhile Neville was preparing to court Margery.
Well, all the practicing paid off because both courtships eventually went well as my parents, Jean and Raymond, married in 1949 and Miss Simpson became Mrs Broberg in 1953, and I was her youngest bridesmaid, aged two. I was also at their Diamond Wedding Anniversary celebration.
During my childhood, Margery and Neville lived in a newly-built semi in Calverley, Pudsey, Yorkshire, near to my grandmother. I remember playing in the half-built houses in the next street. Margery and Neville did not have children of their own, so they became quite glamorous – going away every weekend to their caravan near Whitby and playing golf regularly.
During those years Margery’s talent and hard work – and ambition – raised her to the role of Primary School Head Teacher in some of the most challenging and deprived areas of Bradford. She oversaw the primary education of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of children from a huge variety of backgrounds. And she managed dozens of teaching staff and assisted their careers, too. Some of them still keep in touch with her, and who knows how many other lives she touched and shaped. Margery has some hilarious stories to tell about those times! Ask her about ‘Smelly knickers’ or ‘Lederhosen’.
As Margery and Neville’s fortunes flourished they built a new house in Yorkshire sandstone in a spectacular location near Brighouse on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales, with a wonderful room for entertaining complete with grand piano (yes, Margery is musical as well). Margery became the organist in the local church (JOKE: What’s the difference between a terrorist and a Church Organist? You can negotiate with a terrorist!) Margery drove a sports car with a flourish and in the early days of the M1 motorway once raced her MGB Roadster against Neville’s Jaguar – alas the Jag had longer legs – and to this day she still loves fast cars.
The 1980’s brought a lot of changes in the UK, and Margery and Neville found themselves in a position to retire early. They moved to a house near Orba that had the same open aspect as the house near Brighouse, where they continued to play golf, to enjoy a great social life, to entertain and to be a valued part of the local church and village community.
About 5 years ago it was Margery who recognised that, much as they loved their home in Orba, the time had come to move to Ciudad Patricia. It was a big upheaval, after nearly 30 years. It’s absolutely wonderful that so many friends, old and new, are here to celebrate Margery’s special birthday.
Please raise your glasses - "
One of the many Happy Birthdays celebrated at Ciudad Patricia.