Hm; think air travel might have changed a little since my in-laws went on their honeymoon 55 years ago. Happy Anniversary for Feb 25th Joy and Roger! Photo: Gray family archive
Today’s the day that the Big T, the boychild and I are off on a little European holiday (with a few days in San Fransisco along the way). For the next three weeks we’ll be making family history stories, rather than documenting them, so I probably won’t be posting much to this blog.
I am still planning to post to ZimmerBitch — as time and internet connectivity allow.
In the meantime, thank you to everyone who visits, comments and follows Shaking the Tree; your support, interest, wisdom, humour — and fellowship — are a huge part of why I blog.
See you all in a few weeks.
Nga mihi nui (my best wishes)
Grandad, with my younger brother Craig. Kirkcaldy, Scotland, c. Mar-Apr 1964. Photo: Leslie family archive.
On Boxing Day, 1964, my grandfather David Leslie lost his battle with lung cancer. He was part of my life for such a short time, but left me with lots of wonderful memories.
Wanna be in my gang? Children holidaying in Rothesay, Scotland, August 1963. I’m the toddler in white at the front. Photo: Ron Leslie, 1963.
Since talking to my mum about the photo of my toddler self making a bid for freedom in Rothesay, I have been looking for the other photos she reminded me were taken on the same holiday. I found this one.
And in case you’re wondering about the title of the post – it’s from this song:
My christening photo. Parents, grandparents and my god mother and father. A contrast in style to my son’s naming day which was a bit less formal, though some people did wear shoes!