If you mention his name to anyone over 30 years of age, a warm smile will appear on their face.If you were lucky enough to grow up in the 1960s/1970s, an era before satellite television, mobile phones and the inter-net startedÂ desensitising us, there were up to three television channels to choose from and one man brought his charm into the living rooms of the nation like no other.
His name is Bernard Cribbins.
As a child I would come home from school, have a glass of orange squash and go out to play with my friends, our playground was the city of Swansea and the countryside around it where we would go out and find new adventures. Then at 18:30 all of us would go home to have tea with our respective families.
My mother would get out the radio times and my father would pour a large gin and tonic.
We would sit around reading through the television listings for the week ahead and if there was a show or film with Bernard Cribbins in its listing, my mother would draw around it with my father's parker pen as a reminder for us to watch as a family.
If Bernard was in it then it was worth watching, even if the program itself wasn't any good. The reason being Bernard was like your favorite uncle coming around for lunch with his tall tales to entertain his nephews and nieces.
To give you an idea of the man and his work he read Jackanory, did the voices for the Wombles,Â he was in films like The Railway Children to name but a few of the famous projects that he breathed his own gentle character into.
If he played a hero or villain you would love the character equally because he was Bernard Cribbins.
If there was a newsflash saying a 10 mile wide meteor was about to hit the Britain and Bernard Cribbins happened to knock on your front door at the same time you would know everything was going to be alright.
I had not heard the name of Bernard Cribbins for a long time and assumed that he had stopped acting, then I tuned into watch Dr Who last year and there he was playing Donna Noble's grandfather. At seeing that gentle face again my eyes filled up until a tear had to be brushed away from my cheek with my children wondering why I should have such a reaction.
Only after doing a little research did I find out that Bernard hasn't really stopped acting although his workload has reduced in recent years, so it might mean that I should sit down with my children with a copy of the Radio times. And if I can find my father's old Parker pen then maybe I will make viewing notes for Bernard.
When that gentle uncle with eyes both warm and caring comes on the screen and that familiar voice which entertained you as a child once again utters words with his reassuring tone, please try not to smile.
Bernard if you get to read this I would like to thank you on behalf of the nation for bringing your enrichment of our lives and hope you go on to act in many more projects.