Ted And Mary And Dick
Oct. 24th, 2020 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloIt's wet and windy- with leaves blowing across the sky: altogether a good day to be doing what I'm doing- sorting through family papers and photos. Nature is casting off what it no longer needs- and so am I.
All I lack is a roaring open fire to chuck things on. As it is the rejects go in a box for incineration outside.
I think its a great advance that we no longer have to fill our drawers with documents but can store them on a cloud...
Here's another family photograph- one I love. My grandfather Ted is home from the wars but still wearing his uniform. His cap and Sam Browne belt have been cast aside and he's entertaining his infant son (my uncle Dick) with a toy monkey. My grandmother Mary is wearing a lovely Georgian hat. The year is 1917 or 1918.
The original is a blown up snapshot (probably taken with a Box Brownie) so the picture quality was always a bit hazy and impressionistic. I'm going to make a guess that the photographer was my grandmother's brother Ran (short for Randall) who was a professional artist.
The only one of these people I knew in person was my Granny- who died when I was 20 or thereabouts. Ted died in 1939 when a minor operation was botched. Dick was killed in WWII.
All I lack is a roaring open fire to chuck things on. As it is the rejects go in a box for incineration outside.
I think its a great advance that we no longer have to fill our drawers with documents but can store them on a cloud...
Here's another family photograph- one I love. My grandfather Ted is home from the wars but still wearing his uniform. His cap and Sam Browne belt have been cast aside and he's entertaining his infant son (my uncle Dick) with a toy monkey. My grandmother Mary is wearing a lovely Georgian hat. The year is 1917 or 1918.
The original is a blown up snapshot (probably taken with a Box Brownie) so the picture quality was always a bit hazy and impressionistic. I'm going to make a guess that the photographer was my grandmother's brother Ran (short for Randall) who was a professional artist.
The only one of these people I knew in person was my Granny- who died when I was 20 or thereabouts. Ted died in 1939 when a minor operation was botched. Dick was killed in WWII.
