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.
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.
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.
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