When I was at Ma and Pa's in the week, I took great delight in looking through a big old suitcase of photos that my brother had retrieved from the loft. He wanted to take some back to the far east. I bought some home too and will scan some in and make a collage too.
I like this one lots. It is my Dad on his last day at the Guardian where he was Exec' Editor for 16 years (pic' is about 1976). The other fella is Peter Preston who still writes for that paper now and again. We were all living in London at the time and I just about recall my mum and me collecting my Dad each morning from the train as I went off to play school (Pa worked nights, editing the paper as it changed during the evening and prepping' stuff for the next day).
I also found some pics of me aged about eight years old, next to my Ma. I would be about four feet ten tall, which is now a whole foot and a half ago!
5 comments:
Cool! You need to post some more.
That's a cool photo. What a brilliant job your dad had, and sweet memories you have of going to meet him.
I agree that I'd hate to live in london, not enough fields!
Yes it was always fun going to meet him in London as a very small chap, and then in the job after his job after the Guardian (does that make sense?), my Dad always took me a few miles to school coz the newspaper where he was M.D was also in the town where I went to class!
There's a meme for you at mine. Hope you don't mind?!
Seen and done, my friend! :)
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