My dear old grandfather died in 1976. My grandmother is now in her ninety seventh year (and, to be honest, we can see her starting to fade). Recently she said she wanted me to have some of her personal mementos. I was both touched and proud that she chose to give them to me and I thought some other people might find them interesting. They seem just too precious to lie untouched in a box for decades.
The first picture is of my grandfather (on the right) taken in Malta 25th June 1936.
The first picture is of my grandfather (on the right) taken in Malta 25th June 1936.