I went to a garage sale last weekend. I was looking for old postcards and the stallholder offered me the whole box for two euros. There were other documents in the box, including an envelope marked "Parents Aupetit", and it contained these photos. Nothing else to identify them. Somebody else threw these out, so I don't know why I should be reluctant to throw them in the bin, but I am. Maybe this is the last record of two peoples' lives. I thought I would at least send them out into cyberspace before doing so.
Lovely and a place in social history. (I am sorry to say that I threw out two photo albums my father gave me. I salvaged one photo with the help of my dear Auntie Betty who recognised it as being her family and remembered it being taken - she was six - but had never seen it. The rest were anonymous.)
