A Little Piece of History.....

Yesterday I got my hands on a big box of photographs that had belonged to my mother, who passed away about 15 years ago. It was fascinating to see her as a child, my parents as they were when they got married, and all sorts of relatives who I barely remember, some of whom I never even met as I was born when my mother was in her forties and they had already died. Above are my maternal grandparents. My grandfather was a sea captain.....


Here they are on their wedding day - look at those wonderful clothes!


I have no idea who is getting married here (sadly very few labels on the photos) but my mother is the little blonde bridesmaid in the centre - she was three years old!


This is me, the little blonde girl in the red velvet dress that my mother made for me with a lace collar, at a Christmas party on the first cruise we ever went on. I was just four years old! Next to me is one of my brothers. It was 1963.............

There are many, many more photographs to be pored over and sorted through for copies to be made. One of the most interesting sets is of my father's time in the Middle East during World War II - he never spoke much about these years for obvious reasons, but also because he caught yellow fever while out there and spent most of the time very, very ill. He met my mother in a most romantic way - she was one of the WRAFs that moved the little model planes and ships about on big maps to show their whereabouts and he was in the RAF and phoned in the reports to her. They spoke on the phone, wrote each other copious letters, and had only met a couple of times before he proposed.....now there's a movie right there!