[10:34 am, 06/11/2022] Harry Whorwood: I remember my Mother preparing this. I declined the brains on toast, which she subsequently bought from the Market Hall.
Or that’s what it seems like, and of course the only occasion to wear one, as we get older is a funeral. This particularly celebratory
With me behind, in the garden at Pierce Avenue. David looks about twelve months, so I must be about eight. 1952\3?
At the top are Pat and Harry. At the bottom are various family members. Another of Laurance’s photos. 1948?
Arthur Otton, Dorothy and Young Arthur, Gerty, Harry, Herbert Whorwood, Ivy, Laurance, Pat and Graham Espin
I’m thinking. Laurance on his soap cart at the back, Harry and Pat in front? 1947 or so?
Bonzo, the dog, Ivy and Laurance playing in Bruton Park, Solihull? As Laurance reminds me, with his father away with the forces during the war,
Agnes, Arthur Otton, Arthur Short, Cecil Espin, Charles Hill, David Espin, Dorothy and Young Arthur, Edna, Gerty, Gladys, Harry, Herbert Whorwood, Ian, Ivy, Laurance, Pat and Graham Espin
… courtesy of Laurance who photographically copied a number of photos as my Mother carelessly (on her own admission) mislaid her large collection of old
Nice cards from everyone thanks, and one from Hazel thanks, also asking if our house move had gone well, and yes thanks it did; a