Unthought of, though, somehow

60 years ago today - the fifth of my annual birthday portraits in front of the family radiogram. This morning you find your roving reporter ...

It's the Spring of 1964 and I've just arrived home after a little rough and tumble down the park at the end of the road, probably in...

It's the summer of 1974. Go down to the bottom of my road, through the park, round the edge of the allotments beyond, on past the cricke...

My maternal grandmother remarried late in life and thus Uncle Ted became the only male grandparent figure I'd ever have. He worked at th...

Half-time in the back garden, circa 1969 As I've mentioned a number of times on these pages, my cousin and I grew up as virtual brother ...

It strikes me that I haven't posted any old family photos in this series for a while. To compensate, here's a real favourite of mine...

The first two or three years seemed to pass slowly, perhaps because I was concentrating so much on Mum's health and wellbeing back then,...

Every now and then, when the whim takes me, I reach into the cupboard and retrieve an album, box or carrier bag full of old family photos to...

Wanstead Flats in North East London, is a detached slab of the ancient woodland Epping Forest - a 334 acre oasis of green in an otherwise he...

One day in the mid-1980's, very quietly, without fuss or announcement, Dad stopped eating meat. Never once, from that moment until he pa...

I have no idea how my parents persuaded me to sit on this little horse, let alone ride it, so timid was I at three years of age. I appear to...

In early 1960, after nearly five years of marriage, my parents got a mortgage on a house in Walthamstow. The cost of the house? £1100. When ...

My aunt, my cousin and I in 1967 I'm just back from visiting my aunt in East London. She turns 92 in a couple of weeks and hasn't se...

I had a more recent photo in mind for this week, but following Alyson's recent post which featured her memories of family caravan holid...

Dad had a great eye for composition. If I was lining up this photo in the digital age, I'd probably click off a dozen shots and pick the...

Here's a photo taken on June 18th 1955 - 66 years ago today. Mum and Dad, newly wed, being greeted with a storm of confetti outside St A...

Digging through some old photos recently, I came across this one, taken by Dad on one of our many Sunday outings around London in the mid-19...

Social distancing wasn't an issue when this photo was taken at the end of our Walthamstow back garden in 1961. That's me looking a b...

So my trusty Google calendar reminds me that today I should be returning to work following a two week stay in the Big Apple. The original ar...

'Time goes, you say? Ah no!  Alas, Time stays, we go.'  (Austin Dobson) In the back yard of a small terraced house in the ...