NOAOS is a graphic designer. He has been very busy, building up his business while enduring three knee operations and a lot of pain. Perhaps he thinks he had better finish the job before we peg out, hence the phone call.
Trouble is, all the photos are EVERYWHERE.
In Boxes, envelopes, albums,
in frames
or simply stuck on walls.
I read through the draft and started to make a list, got to number 43 before deciding there had to be a better way.
I am going to look through every box, envelope, album etc.. and make another pile containing any picture that rings a bell. That should only take a few hours, like ten or twelve.
But there is a problem. Like with the picture below, they each have a tale to tell. And I'll never get the job done.
A quickie then:
This is my great-great grandmother, Granny Gregory. At the window of the room in which she spent the last few years of her life, in the house of her youngest daughter-in-law, married to her son Teddy. This next bit is taken from The History.
I have no recollection of school then, but as Granny had to go to work we were obliged to find something to occupy the hours until she returned. We would go down the road and visit with great granny Gregory sometimes. Just a short visit because she was very old by then and slept a great deal. She lived in a small room that smelled of talcum powder and lavender water, in the house belonging to Aunt Rose who was married to granny Young’s brother, Teddy. I believe Teddy was quite successful at whatever he did, because we seldom saw him out of his working clothes of suit and black overcoat. He wore a Homburg hat and was very tall and serious. He had a large car that we were forbidden to touch.[Perhaps he was an undertaker]
Great granny looked rather like the old Queen Victoria
I don't think The History will be ready this side of Christmas.
