My dad was born on January 12th, 1919, at White Cottages, Whitton, Suffolk, to Florence and Levi, a farm worker.
Strange now to look back at his life and all that happened. I was lucky that his younger sister, Betty, was able to tell me about his childhood.
One anecdote which I liked: aged 13 he won a crossword competition and with his prize money he bought a puppy from a farm in the village of Akenham.
He's 'giving me away' here of course (such a bizarre expression, not one for the feminists). By some strange quirk of fate he died on Ray and my 28th wedding anniversary in 1998. He did not usually send cards but that year he did. I opened it afterwards and I have it still.
Well that was a lovely coincidence Hazel, strange, I wonder if something in his head told him.....that will be such a treasured card. You look lovely in your wedding dress!
Lovely photo and an interesting story. It feels odd when you get letters or cards off people who have died just after they have passed doesn't it. I got a letter off my Mum just after she died suddenly telling me that she was going in hospital for back surgery. I didn't get the letter until I got back to Australia after her funeral. She never made it to hospital, she died suddenly the day before of pneumonia.
A lovely memory to treasure. Funny, my dad was born January 11, 1918, one year and one day earlier than your father. Your wedding dress is lovely and can't believe you made it...one of a kind original! :)
I love the name Levi :)
The veil was my "something borrowed', but I made my wedding dress from white crepe, fully lined and I remember spending a whole weekend sewing on those yellow appliqué flowers.
That was a really sad time for you Babs, and for your mum. Thank you for sharing the memory.
Thanks! After the wedding I chopped the bottom off the dress and wore it as a short one!