There aren’t many photos of me and my sister as children so I was especially touched when my (British) cousin, Teresa, sent me a couple she had found when scanning her father’s collection.
The first one I’ve posted here is of Teresa and me visiting our grandmother in Walton in Lancashire. Uncle Bernard has always been a keen photographer. All credit to him for getting the exposure right on a scene with so many differently reflective elements in it, back in the days when slide film was even less forgiving than it is now.
My dad was teaching on the payroll of the UK civil service so I suppose I must have been fresh from a boat or plane trip paid for by Her Majesty. (I used to be a member of the BOAC Junior Jet Club!)
Here’s a close crop (the original is portrait format) from one of me, my father, and all of my British cousins—including Andrew at the back, who comments here from time to time as “Andy C”. You’ll notice I’m wearing the same sandals you saw back here.
Now, if I can just find one of me on a beach with a white grandparent, I can start thinking about becoming Prime Minister.
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That’s one nifty mobile phone you have there, who were you talking to?
Rahm Emanuel. He was explaining to me how he planned to manoeuvre around his class president to cut a deal directly with the school principal on the timing of milk breaks.
I thought it was something underhand like that
A merry, musical Christmas to you, old fruit.
Thank you, sir! And to you too.
Happy New Year, Poot, but why such meagre ambition?
Go for Pope - in this Obama world there’s no such word as inpapabile.
Thank you. Happy New Year to you too!
Where are we here timewise? 1966-ish? I wore that cotton frock/home-knitted cardigan combo around that time. However, my mother, the lovely old harridan, would never allow boys to wear socks with sandals, because she’d heard that it was streng verboten with Jackie Kennedy.
Very late 60s/early 70s—funnily enough, someone on Facebook said that his sister used to wear the same dress in the 70s too.
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