Last week I was having a huge clean out of drawers and under my bed (making sure there wasn’t hidey-holes under my bed for the cat to poop or throw up in) and I found a mass of old family photos that I haven’t seen in a long time. They were great to add to the hundreds more that I found a couple of weeks previous to that when I cleaned out a box in my wardrobe that I haven’t touched since we moved here.
I thought I would share them with you because I thought some of them had a lot of photographic merit and were really nice on top of just being good family photos. My sister also dug out a few of my Dad that my Gran gave her before I moved home and they’re so great, as well as some letters that he wrote to my Great Grandma thanking her for Christmas and birthday presents, it really made me feel close to him again. There were also a few of my Grandparents before they were my Grandparents and back when they were just my Dad’s parents. I don’t care what anyone says, Grandparents are the coolest.
Right: The first time I dipped my toe in the sea, Newcastle, Northern Ireland.
Left: Being a total boss.
Right: Someone involved in the making of this image didn’t know their left from their right.
Dad, Fairways, Dorking.
I perhaps realised three things during making this selection to share with you.
1.) I was nearly always grumpy when I was younger, or very serious at best.
2.) My Gran takes some of the best photos; most of the ones she’s handed down to us are rejects from the ones she keeps in frames or albums at her house and they’re still awesome.
3.) I’m quite glad that my life so far has had such a mixture of normality and oddness.