For anyone who knows my Father, you know he has the gift of the gab, which is defined as the ability to speak easily and confidently in a way that makes people want to listen to you and believe you. He is quite the entertainer! This blog is being started to record his memories of family and friends through the MANY, MANY photos he has taken throughout the years. Beginning with black and white slides, to coloured slides, to printed photos, and finally to the digital age. I'd like to be able to keep this in chronological order, but with as many photos as there are, and as they are in such a hodgepodge state, it makes it rather difficult. This will be written as though he's writing it, because he really will be! I'm just moving it over here so it will actually get posted and not "lost" out there. So here we go!

Friday 10 December 2021

An introduction

For anyone who knows my Father, you know he has the gift of the gab, which is defined as the ability to speak easily and confidently in a way that makes people want to listen to you and believe you. He is quite the entertainer!

This blog is being started to record his memories of family and friends through the MANY, MANY photos he has taken throughout the years. Beginning with black and white slides, to coloured slides, to printed photos, and finally to the digital age. 

I'd like to be able to keep this in chronological order, but with as many photos as there are, and as they are in such a hodgepodge state, it makes it rather difficult.

This will be written as though he's writing it, because he really will be! I'm just moving it over here so it will actually get posted and not "lost" out there.
So here we go!

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My parents had a tandem and sidecar, cycling for miles into the countryside from Carshalton. This was in 1942 when London (just 12 miles away) was being bombed at the height of World War II. We would ultimately move to the relative safety of dear old Wales.

This is the only family photograph my father ever took.


Here's Ulrike in London, 1959, before meeting me.

Shopping in Braintree, 1959, a year before we met.