Remembrance Day: Records Lost and FoundRemembrance Sunday has always been quite an important day of reflection in my family. My Dad was a Normandy Veteran, and landed on the beaches near Arromanches on 6th June 1944. He and his brothers all served in the War, and my Uncle Norman was killed in Tanzania in early […]
The Toffee Man: Keeping Memories StrongBy virtue of the fact my father was 59 years old when I was born, I never knew my paternal grandparents or great-grandparents. I was a curious, probably somewhat precocious child, and I would pester my Dad for details of his family, and loved nothing more than drawing up our […]
The value of photographyI’ve been thinking a lot today about the value of photography. In a literal sense, a photograph is ink on a piece of paper that costs very little to produce. But that’s not where the true value lies. 18th February is always a bittersweet day for me. Today is the fifth anniversary of […]