My Father's Family

[poliphilo]

My father with his parents, Cyril and Violet in 193?, captured by a street photographer.



Cyril and Violet (seated) celebrate their golden wedding anniversary at the Old Forge, Hallam, with my grandmother's sisters (l to r) Joan, Ethel and Kathleen, my father and- the gawky one in the middle- me.

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Strett photographers used to be common- especially at seaside resorts. Now we all carry our own cameras.

A cutie? *blushes deeply*

[oakmouse]

There's a quality of cheerful innocence I don't remember seeing in my brothers' friends (your approximate contemporaries) when I was a kid. They all had an assumed sullen toughness, possibly because they knew that inevitably a number of them would (and did) end up being cannon fodder in Vietnam. In that picture you've got this sort of charming happiness that's really rather sweet.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I don't remember being cheerfully innocent- more like broody and sullen and a bit snooty- but I guess the camera doesn't lie. :)

[oakmouse]

Au contraire, the camera is quite capable of lying like a rug; ask anyone who has studied UFO photography. *g* Still, here it may have preserved one particular good mood for future reference.