Used to love these days, when we were on holiday in Ireland. Ride the donkey up to the bog on the mountain, fill the baskets with turf and then lead the donkey down to store the turf away for the winter. Think this was about 74, so I be 10.
1974 you say. that probably explains the donkey sporting a suzi Quattro fringe.
Some of the Clan McCann Glasgow 1964 before we arrived in SE London to find our home from home paradise . . . Brother Neil , Sister Eileen & myself 3 season ticket holders NWQ . . .
@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
Thank you very much Aliwibble for doing that for me, much appreciated, as I say the photo is 65 years old and the actual size is around 2” x 1” in black and white, it’s my first memory as well, no doubt because of this photo, it was taken around 1954 in I believe Andover or Stockbridge near there, by my dads best mate who was a toff and a landed gentleman, two more of the most unlikely friends you could imagine. They meet on their first day in Burma, they hated each other and ended up fighting at bed time as Uncle Arthur had silk pyjamas in the heart of a jungle, my dad coming from the roughest part of the east of Dartford didn’t have any. They ended up best mates, and Arthur saved my dads life when they fought back to back and my father got a bayonet through his thigh and got pinned to a tree, Arthur never left Dads side all that very long night. Some of the things they got up to were unconventional, both were experts in explosives, and Arthur secretly fell in love with my mum because a single photo dad carried through that period. When they came home eventually they met up when I was born, then again when this photo was taken. It means a great deal to me as you can tell. When Arthur died far to young was the only time I saw my dad cry, Arthur’s wife at his funeral told us that she was his second love my mum was always his first love. As I say thanks, one day it’s going into a book of our lives.
@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
Thank you very much Aliwibble for doing that for me, much appreciated, as I say the photo is 65 years old and the actual size is around 2” x 1” in black and white, it’s my first memory as well, no doubt because of this photo, it was taken around 1954 in I believe Andover or Stockbridge near there, by my dads best mate who was a toff and a landed gentleman, two more of the most unlikely friends you could imagine. They meet on their first day in Burma, they hated each other and ended up fighting at bed time as Uncle Arthur had silk pyjamas in the heart of a jungle, my dad coming from the roughest part of the east of Dartford didn’t have any. They ended up best mates, and Arthur saved my dads life when they fought back to back and my father got a bayonet through his thigh and got pinned to a tree, Arthur never left Dads side all that very long night. Some of the things they got up to were unconventional, both were experts in explosives, and Arthur secretly fell in love with my mum because a single photo dad carried through that period. When they came home eventually they met up when I was born, then again when this photo was taken. It means a great deal to me as you can tell. When Arthur died far to young was the only time I saw my dad cry, Arthur’s wife at his funeral told us that she was his second love my mum was always his first love. As I say thanks, one day it’s going into a book of our lives.
Were they Chindits?
No they weren’t, they were in action well before them. They were a specialised group, basically if it moved they blew it up, if it didn’t then they blew it up. There job was to disrupt the supply routes. When Imphal and Kohima were being defended they had already been behind the Japanese lines for 6 months, those in charge knew the Japanese had overstretched themselves and there group were ordered to cause chaos, they did. It was a group of British, Australians and Gurkhas, who you didn’t want to meet down a dark alley or in a jungle, most were expert in jungle warfare, my father was an expert in demolition and the Gurkhas were the expert in killing, but to my surprise directly there group were attacked, the Gurkhas disappeared into the jungle to do there dirty work, they never were allowed to fight defensively that was the job of the British and Australians lads.
Me and Grandad at my cousin's wedding probably early 1960s. And before you ask no I'm not wearing a frisbee on my head, it was a very stylish hat my mum made me wear!! 😱
Me and Grandad at my cousin's wedding probably early 1960s. And before you ask no I'm not wearing a frisbee on my head, it was a very stylish hat my mum made me wear!! 😱
I thought you were smuggling your own big plate into the reception, Alan Partridge style.
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that probably explains the donkey sporting a suzi Quattro fringe.
(well someone had to)
Taken in the summer, shortly after moving to Sheffield in 76' -the hot one!