Over the weekend I was going through all the photo albums and things from my school days so I can reorganise everything and I found these pictures of my family members on my dad's side. I absolutely love the classic, timeless look to these photos - there's something about photos from that time that really sucks me in. I think it's because the photos are a lot more natural than most photos today - there was no delete button, no duck faces and a major lack of fake smiles.
|Dad & his cousin (apparently)|
As far as I know, my grandfather died when my dad was eight years old due to an injury he got as a result of being in training for the war. Sometimes I almost feel like it's a curse with the father's in our family because my dad died when I was eight too. As badly as I want kids, I hope and pray that the same thing doesn't happen to them.
|My grandfather, Keith (left) and his mates|
|My dad when he was a little one! My brother looks a lot like him in these photos.|