Pam, you and the members of this forum have made me feel so welcome. My wife is not one for social media, but she does look over my shoulder now and then, just to keep tabs on me. (I jest.)
There is a story behind one of those photos, you might appreciate it, but you need a little background first.
At the end of WW2, all the serving members of the British Armed forces were given what has become known as their demob outfit.
At the demobilisation centre, men exchanged their service uniform for civilian clothes. The demob suit was just one part of a complete set of clothes. According to the
Imperial War Museum, the full outfit included:
A variety of other items are sometimes said to have been supplied, the list varying according to the source, including gloves, underwear, socks, and bowler hats. In addition, men were given a special allocation of clothing coupons with which to buy any extra items they might need,
Fast forward sixty three years and my family are at the funeral of my favourite aunt, she was the wife of my Dad's youngest brother. I adored my uncle and I had something of a schoolboy crush on his beautiful bride. Their first born, my cousin, a beauty like her mother, has had a wonderful relationship with me, we are more like brother and sister than we are cousins.
At her mother's funeral, my cousin and sister were in conversation, nosey to know what they where talking about, I rudely interrupted them. Although I was chastised they shared with me a photo that I had never seen before. It depicted me with my parents when I was two years old. Later, I found out that my father was wearing his demob suit. Oh wow, just look at that suit.
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So impressed was I that I took the photo along to my tailor who filled in the blanks, given that it was a black & white photo and he made me this suit, with which I am absolutely delighted.
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What freaks me though, my age in my photo is about 35 years older than my Dad in his photo. You just can't be older than your Dad.