In the days before television that is, or even in the fifties and sixties when families ate together and before all known conversation died due
Only posting this (again probably) because I love it. The young squad – Edna, Ivy and Frederick Harry, with Bert on the left. They got
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!
My Mother’s school class at Moseley Road school, taken when she was about ten (1918 or so). Is yours here?
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
From left is Cecil, David, Agnes, Ivy and Edna. The conundrum is the car. I am pretty sure it is a DAF, but I cannot
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