The Sherlock Holmes Museum was recently honoured to welcome our latest distinguished visitor: Mr Sherlock Holmes!
Mr Holmes comes from New York and we asked him to explain a little about his experiences as "Mr Sherlock Holmes."
My name is indeed Sherlock Holmes, given to me at birth by the most wonderful parents a child can have. I was born on the 3rd of August, 1959. I had opportunity to visit your museum over the Christmas holidays and absolutely loved it. I was honored to be in the presence of all the memorabilia pertaining to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as well as the Characters from his many novels on Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. I can honestly say, after having endured forty-six years of questions, on how I became Sherlock Holmes, visiting your museum is one of the highlights of my life. Windsor Castle paled in comparison, when you consider of all the places in the world to identify with, it was 221b Baker street. Thank you for a very remarkable afternoon.
It's funny how things happen that shape your entire life. It has always been a pleasure to have Sherlock Holmes as a name. For one thing, you have to have patience, and a very good sense of humor. I have never tired of people asking how I became Sherlock, never tired of the jokes or quick remarks, even though I've heard each a thousand times. I have been forced to be good, quite simply because everyone knows it's me, good or bad. I have loved people for that.
The greatest memory is that of my high school years when I firmly believed that my name was synonymous with success, even if I didn't try my hardest. Well, I felt as though my English teacher failed to understand exactly who I was. She kept me after school every day to learn the meaning of a "dangling participle" and how to use it in a sentence. I grew tired of not being able to be with my friends after school and decided enough was truly enough. It came time for parent and teacher conferences. I explained to my dear mother how Mrs. Malchoff just didn't like me probably because of my name, and that I'd like to drop her regents English class for an easier non-regents class. Now my mother always had the best interests of her children at heart, and, if a simpler class would get me a graduation diploma, then simple it is. Bless her heart!
I couldn't wait for this classic confrontation of good (my mother) -vs.- evil (Mrs. Malchoff).I sat in the window of our home waiting for the champion of all good causes to walk in victorious. As mother drove into the driveway in triumph, I could hardly hold back my feelings now I was getting that dreaded teacher out of my life. As my mother walked into the house, I asked her in full anticipation how the meetings went. She said she'd met with every one of my teachers and they all had very good things to say; hard worker, good student.
"Mrs. Malchoff, did you get to see her?"
My mother is taking her coat off to sit down.
"Did you explain to her what I wanted to do - that I wanted to leave her class?"
"I most certainly did."
This was going every bit according to plan.
"Well, what did she say? When can I go to non-regents?"
"She said you were a tad on the lazy side, and she would never allow you to leave her class. She said you will pass whether you like it or not, even if you have to stay after school every day for the rest of the year. Oh, and by the way, she says she cares little what your name is, you WILL pass!
I was dumbfounded, yet I knew my mother would stand up to anyone who would dare besmirch one of hers.
"Ok, so what did you say to that?"
"I said, you're right - it's been really nice meeting you!"
The policemen, banks, job applications, they've all been great when it comes to the double takes. But that above is my favorite Sherlock Holmes moment. The little town of Sodus in Western New York where I grew up did more to shape my life than any other thing. They sincerely loved Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective, and would not allow me to dishonor it in any way. Right now I work for Bausch and Lomb, One of the leading eye care companies in the world. I love being there as much as anything else; fantastic group of people, I couldn't ask for more. I live in the growing community of Webster, New York with my wife, Heartwill, and daughter Sandra.
The museum, of course is always welcome to contact me.
Take care and Best regards, Sherlock Holmes (proudly).