The day crept up on me, so here, late, is one of my oldest photographs. My paternal grandfather,whom I never met, is on the right.
No wise cracks about the horse, please!
...ponderings from the pen of a poet, via the heart of a human, often touched by the wicked sense of humour of an observer of oddities...
I thought today I would share a photo of my adorable No.1 Daughter in her mermaid finery. It's a good excuse for introducing today's dose of Tales From Jinksy's Past, and after posting one of No. 1 Son, is only fair.What was the occasion? A street party! But I can't tell you which one, for we ended up having three all together- one before, one during and one after the Queen's Jubilee Year. Our Close didn't like doing things by halves...We had a proper,party committee, and no details were overlooked.
Say hello to my Number.1 Son who is now much grown!
This is by way of my saying a big thank to him, for guiding me through the delights of installing Live Writer this evening, while I was busy eating my dinner.
In all probability, I will be picking his brains again before too long, for who wouldn’t choose to make the most of an IT guru when they have one for a relation?
But I little thought when I took this photo of his merry little face with it’s mop of curls, that he’d grow to into such a knowledgeable person, in what now seems to have been the twinkling of an eye. Am I a proud Mum? Not half!