TODAY IT’S FATHERS’ DAY HERE IN THE UK…
This is the first Fathers’ Day for me, with no-one to send a card to. My lovely dad died earlier this year, on March 18th, he was 85. He developed a degenerative lung disorder called Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. Right up until he died, he was mentslly alert, bright, intelligent, funny, opinionated, and he very much loved his five children, ten grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.
What is your earliest memory?
It’s said you can’t remember much before you are three, and that’s somewhat true for me. But I’m sure I can remember my brother coming home from hospital, after he was born, and I was only just two, but maybe I’m just remembering what someone told me.
The photo above was taken in 1958. I can just about remember. I must have been almost three, and my brother, also in the photo, was almost one. The three ladies are sisters. My mother on the right is holding me, and the other two are my aunties, Jean and Margaret. My mum is dead now, she left us in 2000. Sadly, my brother is no longer with us, he died in June 2014. Margaret and Jean are still very much alive though, aged 82 and 80 and still going strong.
The photo was taken near Houghton-le-Spring, Durham, NE England.
Have you got any special family photos to show?