On holiday. A short break to Abersoch, North Wales to the retirement cottage home of Hazel’s mother in law (husband Tim’s mother). The elegantly proportioned
[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.
The death has been announced of one of Britain’s leading ordinary men. Herbert Whorwood has died at age 83 after a period of declining health.
It is 1934 and Edna has her birthday card addressed to home – that’s OK, fear of being on the shelf haunts all of us!
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
and just wed? Don’t know for certain, but looks like it. From left Bert, Fred, Hilda, Emily Jane, Ivy. I remember my father’s suit, lasted
May 19th 1934, fifty five years later to the day she passed away. The happy Best Man, his brother Harold, with the bridesmaids, Ivy’s niece
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