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My parents wedding back in the early 1970's!

My wonderful Mum & Dad, married 50 years this October!

These photographs mean the world to me because they link me ( and my children ) to the past lives of our family.
The first shows my dad, now in his 70s looking every inch the hipster dude which he was in the early 60s, with his jazz band The Down Town Four. He taught himself to play the guitar and he's here playing the bass guitar complete with resplendent BrylCream quiff! Much to the amazement of my teenage sons, he actually looks a tiny bit cool. Not scoring too high on the Teenage Embarrassment Scale is a win-win situ in our home!!

The second picture is ' WAAY TOO CREEPY!! ' ( according to said teenagers, although my two daughters are more kindly disposed to it. Apparently the occupants of photo put them in mind of the characters in The Woman in Black! This is a good thing (??) I'm told ).

In actual fact, these are my Great, Great, Great Grandparents on my mother's side. Irish gypsies no less, who went on to found a dynasty of farmers, surviving many hardships a long the way. A rich seam of Irish history, involving famine, English occupancy, assassinations by the Black & Tans and all the usual trials & tribulations of family life. From that side of the family, we take our love of poetry and storytelling, music & dance. My dad loved music too, obviously.

When I see how my children take after these ancestors ( training as film editors, actors and writers ), I cherish these links to our shared heritage even more.

My Grandad, who was killed in the war when my mum was a baby

This photograph(1947) is of my lovely hubby taken when he was just under 2 yrs old,it shows him in his pinafore which he wore when he was one of the first children to attend one of the first Day Nurseries run by the Local Council,his mum was very forward thinking and was having none of the "stay at home wifey" stuff which was usual in that era,she worked full time from when he was 6mths old.The picture shows him with the Pepper-Pot motif on his pinafore,the Pepper-Pot was on his peg next to his shoe bag on the wall.This photograph has been with us all over the world and shows him with loads of golden curls and a quite miserable "lip" He wishes he had hair like this now but he is quite lacking in the hair dept nowadays.

Me at school in 1968. Can't believe mum put a ring round my face x

my mother in law , aunt and their children

This is me with my mum when I was 3..she had just told me I was going to have a little brother or sister!!! :)

This was taken last year in Mallorca. It's really rare for them to get on well so this reminds me that actually they can get along…sometimes!!

This is a picture of me and my mum who died a couple of months ago. She wasn't a very happy lady and suffered with alcoholism in the last 12 years of her life. It was such a waste as she was intelligent and funny in the days when this picture was taken. I love this photo as I know how happy she was at the time and I like to picture her going back to that point in her life now as her final resting place. Happy and at peace.

Cookie, what a gorgeous baby! You should be very proud of her, and yourself. Sending you lots of positive thoughts for the future x

Since joining facebook and finding family members was pleased to be sent this wonderful photo of my great grandma who i had never seen before such a great piece of history ot made my day and gives me great pleasure to share it :)

This is my Mum and Dad on there wedding day 37 years ago! I love it because it shows how much they loved each other then, and now all these years later, they are still in love and very happy together. It inspires me and gives me hope that true love does happen and some people really do stay together forever!

This is me and Mum having a giggle together. I have many photos like this of me and my daughter

My paternal grandmother in 1917. The boy in the sailor suit is my Dad who was born in 1913 and died in 1980. The boy in the dress and button boots is my Uncle Harold who was born in 1915 and died aged 96-and-a-half. Most of my memories of my Gran are of a quite frail old lady. It is lovely to be able to see her as a beautiful young woman.

My brother and I taken in 1980 I think ...35 years, another brother and 9 kids later We're still as close as ever! We have eachothers' backs and it means the world to me
much to our parents pleasure :)

I was just about to turn 50 and had never been so happy! After 22 years in a challenging relationship which squashed my very soul, I divorced and had a second chance of happiness and the ability to be who I really was before I married. I was in a temple in Mauritius and received this blessing. I am grateful for every day of my precious life - as well as my four wonderful children - the huge positives from the marriage.

This is my brother in 1979, on his 2nd birthday. It takes me back to all of our birthdays, sitting in the draughty dining room, almost certainly wearing something
a) brown and/or
b) corduroy.

I had such a happy childhood - not for any particular event or reason - and I'd love my own children to feel the same when they're my age (and I'm in my 60s!).

Lovely stories here!

This is my grandad with his mate in Riyadh zoo. It was a cross-eyed lion called Bohartum, I think. Grandad was friends with the zookeeper. He was an amateur zoologist. After serving in the forces he taught members of the Saudi Royal family to fly. This would have been late 60's/ early 70's.

This is my daughter wearing a dress I crocheted for her. My mum loves craft and sadly I have no crafting talent at all!. My mum died when I was a teenager but when I started having dcs I started trying to craft things like I know she would have done.

This is my 5th Dc and the first thing I made that I felt I had finally succeeded and as proud enough to take a photo!.

So it is my treasured photo because it took so many years to do this one thing I wanted to do for my mum

I love this picture of my Great Great Grandmother, taken in about 1920 on the Kent coast.

All the other photos we have of her show a rather formal, severe-looking Victorian matriarch, but this shows a glimpse of another side of her, relaxing on holiday, skirts rolled up, having fun paddling with her grandson.

My grandma Alice, around 1920. Her mother died in childbirth and she was brought up by relations. Her adoptive mother died when she was in her teens, and she didn't know she was part of a much larger family till her brother, who she had never met, turned up soon afterwards. She died in 1982 and I only ever knew her as a elderly lady wearing leg irons as she'd had polio as a child. She was a wonderful loving grandma and I never tire of seeing her looking so beautiful and ethereal.

I love these old photos which I took in Oct 1989 in Berlin. Partly because I think it's such a great bit of history, the wall came down the following week. Some of the photos I have especially the ones I took in East Berlin still send a shiver down my spine. I also love them as they're good memories of my dad teaching me to use an SLR camera. He was a very keen photographer and I have happy memories of us sharing this hobby. He dies recently and I found these old photos among 1000s of others.

Cormoran - lovely story.

I forgot a story too. It was taken on dd2's birthday, and she was having a fairy party. I handmade their costumes, all of the invitations, lots of stuff for games, the cake etc etc. I look back and wonder how on earth I found the time and energy to do it. Maybe something to do with the fact that I perhaps wasn't wittering away my time on the internet as much?!