Grandpa, circa 1945 Grandpa on the left, blessing Dad on his wedding day - November 26, 1968 Dad and my Granny, 26/11/1968 Wedding Party, 26...
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Here is Part Three of my Grandpa series. (In case you've missed the earlier two, here are Part One and Part Two ) Sometime in 1953, Gr...
My parents are visting me and I showed Dad the blog posts I did about Grandpa ( Here and here ). He is very intrigued by this whole "b...
A couple of weeks back, I started to write about my paternal grandfather in an attempt to piece together his life from the bits of informati...
Grandpa died when I was five. He had been under the weather for a few months before suffering a stroke. I remember Daddy taking me to the ho...
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