More Stuff to Come

Thursday, August 14, 2008
I'm a bit excited which is an unusual state for me lately. However, I came across some interesting photos last night after dinner. The Admiral had given the all clear to root through her photo albums so...that's exactly what I did. I glanced through a couple and didn't see much. A lot of photos of drunken folks during the seventies cavorting from party to party, bows from various presents randomly slapped on assorted body parts; an album put together by her family from childhood to adulthood (I would have taken some of them but they were old and quite stuck to the pages...didn't want to risk it). Then, moving a few aside, I found a old cookie tin full of photos, slides, cards, and other trinkets. Turns out it was all stuff from my grandmother, Cecily.

Again, more shots from the 70s: babies, weddings, family dinners. And then, there they were. Piles of small photos from her time during the war. I sat for almost an hour sorting through them. There was, sadly, only one shot which included my grannie and one which may or may not have been my grandfather (the head portion was blurry). Unfortunately only a portion of the photos had any sort of information about the subject, location or date on the back to let you know what it was all about. I did pull out a number of them which I'm hoping to be able to scan tomorrow although they might be too small to fit in the scanner. I'll let you know.

What I found especially touching about the photos is that none of them, as far as I saw, were of the what you might expect from someone stationed in London during the war. All of her shots are of her and the friends she made during her training in Canada and overseas, and of the sights they saw during their time off in England. Trips to Hawkeshead and Foxghyll in Cumbria, Wiltshire, and Norfolk. And that's just what I've come across so far. And one of their favourite hangouts, the Stag's Head, is still in business and looks (from the photo on their website) just as it did when Cecily pulled out her camera.

There are also plenty of shots of a couple we grew up hearing of as "Uncle Harold and Auntie Erica". In fact we weren't related to them at all. My grandmother got to know this middle aged couple during the war - Harold was a police officer (we're not sure of their exact location but we're working on finding out in amongst the piles of stuff in our closest where they lived at the time) and were one of the many folks who offered up rooms in their homes for foreign allied service men and women to stay in. If the photos are anything to go by, my grandmother was likely not the only one who kept in touch with Harold and Erica over the years. They shared their home and their lives with people just like my grandmother, acting as tour guides when the time and conditions permitted, and as a surrogate family to young service men and women so far from home.
I'll post a couple of them here tomorrow if they'll scan.


Barbara Bruederlin said...

Thanks for the reminder. I've been meaning to scan some family photos as well and it sounds like a perfect pogey project for me.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Im a huge fan of your family photos. I can't wait to see more.

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