WELCOMING SPEECH BY
DR. TOM LEONARD ON OCCASION OF HIS 70TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS IN
VITTORIA ON THE WALK, EDINBURGH ON 24TH MARCH 2018
Birthday Pictures:
http://thomashoskynsleonardblog.blogspot.co.uk/2018/03/blog-post.html
Thank you Julie, and
I'd like welcome you all and to thank all of my wonderful friends for
helping me to celebrate my birthday so convivially this evening. I
would also like to thank my cousin Penny Bowles for travelling all
this way from Devon to be with us, and Diego and Diane Ruiz for
travelling from Manchester for a third time to see me. I should also
thank my great nephew and niece Edward and Charlotte Wakefield
Leonard for coming. They are the oldest of my parents' seven great
grandchildren, and Edward is currently the last male member of our
Leonard line. Maybe Scott would be kind enough to present Charlotte
and Edward with this statuette, to honour their achievements in
teaching and childcare.
Among our
many other honoured guests I would like to greet ten highly convivial
fellow members of the Open Book reading group. We meet every Thursday
morning in the Botanic Cottage, which was rebuilt recently in the
Royal Botanic Gardens after being moved from its previous location
near Hopetoun Crescent Gardens following a suggestion by a committee
of my worthy neighbours, who included our very own John and Eileen
Dickie.
I badly
injured my leg at the end of November after falling outside the
Mosque on Annandale Street on my way home from an enjoyable Open book
meeting in the Botanic Cottage. I would like to ask Charlotte to
present Open Book with this engraved quaiche in appreciation of
their generous support following my injury, and for their Edinburgh
charity's wonderful work in reaching out to the elderly and
vulnerable people in our community. Perhaps Charlotte could present
it to Terry Broadley for us.
Thank you,
Terry Let's see now-- After my fall outside the Mosque, I fell
sprawling again in my flat after sending emergency messages to close
family and friends and while waiting for the hefty paramedics, six of
whom were needed to carry me through mega space down the stairs.
During the
unexpected traumas that followed and which will forever remain
devastatingly sad in my memory, I received tremendous support from
the South Edinburgh Quakers (Thank you Rufus and Sue, and also Alison
for visiting me in hospital!) and from my ninety-four year old step
mother Gwen Watson, who has recently moved to Surrey from her cottage
next to the historic market place in Plympton St. Mary, and from my
step brother Keith Watson. Gwen and Keith have demonstrated the sort
of probity and integrity which keeps good families together.
I would
like to express my gratitude to my close friend and flatmate the
Scottish poet, social advocate, and much to be celebrated radical
historian Scott Forster for his tremendous help and support over the
last four years, not to forget our dear companions Julie McGarvey and
Penny Jackson, and their culinary and musical tastes. I am also
grateful to my friend the highly eloquent Scottish poet James Carter
for helping me to write my self-published novels and for playing a
leading role in our still ongoing mental health campaign, and my
friend from Prague, Petr Machacek, also known as Michael Jackson, for
helping me to walk and live again. And I am particularly indebted to
my dear friend, the retired Heriot-Watt applied psychologist, poet,
and writer Dr. Lindsay Oliver for all the highly perceptive advice
she has given me during the last few years. I would like to ask Penny
and Edward to present James and Lindsay with these engraved quaiches,
in both gratitude and admiration.
Thank you,
guys. And now I would like to invite Professor John Hsu, to present
this statuette to Diego Andres Perez Ruiz of Manchester University
for interviewing me at length during 2016 regarding my idiosyncratic
opinions about Bayesian Statistics. The long interview was published
in the Bulletin of the International Society of Bayesian Analysis, at
which time the Editor honoured my long-time academic friend Stephen
Fienberg of Carnegie-Mellon University, who passed away just prior to
its publication, and whose honesty and integrity transcend
Statistics, In his after dinner speech at the Valencia 6 conference
in 1998, Steve joked about my keenness to cite the literature, in
particular my very obscure paper in Technometrics 1975. I am glad to
have the opportunity to also honour Professor Stephen Fienberg by
mentioning him in this speech twenty years later
I give
particular praise to Scott and Julie for saving my life in 2016. when
they rushed me comotose along the proverbial red line into hospital
with cellulitis tearing up my leg, and to my long-time co-author John
Hsu for flying all the way from Neverland, sorry I mean Santa
Barbara, to visit me in hospital in 2001 when I was completely zoned
out and in the depths of despair. I am delighted that John is here
again present tonight with his wife Serene, who I also first met in
Madison, Wisconsin in 1985, when they lived in Eagle Heights
overlooking the sacred Native American lake, Lake Mendota. After
graduating from Wisconsin as my Ph.D. student, John has more recently
served as the Head of the Department of Applied Probability and
Statistics at the University of California at Santa Barbara.
However, while
I totally decry war, just like my father in the latter years of his
life and like my friends in the Quakers, I would like to dedicate
this my seventieth birthday to my late father Captain Cecil Leonard
of the DCLI and Green Howards, descendent of the Hoskyns-Abrahalls,
who was commissioned on the field by Montgomery for ingenuity in
action at the Battle of Tunis, and to my step mother the afor
mentioned Gwen who worked in the W.A.A.F on the dangerous barrage
balloons, and then as an aircraft mechanic after dancing on Plymouth
Hoe between the Nazi bombing raids of the Second World War.
My father,
like me, poured contempt on phobic people who marginalise and bully
our minorities and the vulnerable. I am myself proud to be both a
psychiatric survivor and the person God made me to be. Like my family
of true friends around me and the Quakers at their annual meetings
which I attended last August at the University of Warwick, I am in
fundamental disagreement with those who ridicule, gaslight, exploit,
or triangulate against any other human being, whether the victim is
an immigrant, disabled, transgender, gay, autistic, intersex,
dyspraxic, or whatever, and I call upon the transgressors to beg
mercy from Almighty God himself,or herself.
My father,
mother Rhona Leonard and stepmother Gwen have been among the truest
friends of my life, several others of whom are here present. In this
spirit I would like to offer a toast to my parents' truly inspiring
great grandchildren Edward and Charlotte, and encourage them to
encourage future generations of our proud family, with its 13
talented blood descendents and its ancient hedgehog heraldic motif,
to similarly honour their Grandpa, Nana and Gwen. So please raise
your glasses, folk! I offer a toast to the future, to Edward and
Charlotte.
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