Mother and I spent some time yesterday looking at old photos. We both ended up with sore necks from leaning forward. She was too afraid to get up on steps and pull a dusty box down from the wardrobe. She did tell me that in a box the other side of the wardrobe is her will and other important papers.
It was good fun looking at old photos. She gave me some of my father's mother which I will scan a few and show later but here is a few she is keeping for the time being, so I just took some snaps.
Well, I have seen uglier babies. I wasn't that bad.
Dad the Nasho, having done his National Service at Puckapunyal Army Base. I just cannot imagine him submitting to authority. I expect this was the last time he ever did in his life.
My parents wedding. That would be the last time my father ever carried gloves or wore a double breasted suit. The bloke next to my mother I remember well. He was a trumpeter and gave me a bugle. Next to him was my mother's friend who only died last year. The woman next to my father married a Minister of Religion who ended up Archbishop of NT and QLD I think.