I grew up reading comics long before I picked up a book. It was how my parents first introduced us to reading. Not with the more regular Ladybird books. No. My parents found we responded better, and, of course, found that we also stayed quieter longer when reading a stack of comics. So for them, and us, it was a win win situation.
And so it was, the prevailing choice of comic book in our household through out the 60s and into the late 70s, was Marvel. From Spiderman to the X-Men (one of my favourites) to the Hulk, Thor, the Avengers, and many others in between. We read them all and, I’m sure, if we had kept all of them, we might all be multi-millionaires by now. But, I digress.
For my mother, the secret to ever lasting peace within our household, was Stan Lee.
The man behind the Marvel has passed, at 95, Stan has done one last cameo, and left us to wonder what might have been.
It’s hard to believe how this one man and his legacy have impacted our lives in so many ways, and on so many levels. I for one will miss that man’s jovial personality, and kindness shown a young woman looking to get her comic book signed, way back when she thought she could still become a cosmonaut.
Thank you Stan, you enriched my life far more than you could have known.
God bless, and god speed. And may Thor take you across the rainbow bridge!