I rediscovered some old photos! I don’t think I’ve blogged any of these ones before. I’m going to try to do these in chronological order but since they’re undated I’ll probably get a few incorrect. I apologize for the small size of these, but image uploading to the blog is a bit wonky so I had to downsize them 🙁
This was obviously taken in PNG, in some sort of sewing workshop? You can see both Bernard and myself being held by two of the women in the front right, as they examine material with a nun. It’s a beautiful shot; I wonder who took it and why?
Mum’s passport photo, taken not long after I was born in 1972. The impression on the lower right is because it was scanned from the passport. Bernard’s titanic head suggests extraterrestrial DNA.
A bit of a curiosity. I recognize the furniture in the background, but don’t know from where. Basically I don’t know where or exactly when this was taken, or the name of the cat Bernard is holding! My body looks creepy, like a child weightlifter. Look at my stubby hands!
Our family, in the mid 70s. Bernard and I look like little Aryan’s don’t we? My hair was a lot lighter when I was young. I’m holding a small rubber animal, one from a set that I still own some from to this very day. Mum’s holding one of the old tin/steel coke cans, and Bernard’s shorts are pulled up way too high.
At the flat in Gateshead, again mid 1970s. We were poor in those days, and the only toys we had were a plastic cup and a pair of scissors. Despite this, mum managed to dress us like a pair of kings. I like my little shoes.
A few years later. I’d graduated from overalls to suspenders, and we’d both moved into our ‘glam rock hairstyle’ phases. The third person in this photo was a very dear friend of ours named Louis, who was a human-sized cat. He was a true urban king; a wild and wirey beast that ruled the neighbourhood for meters around our home. I hope he looks at this photo from cat heaven and purrs with happiness 🙂
An unfortunately blurry photo, but I believe the only one I have of my First Holy Communion. This was probably 1979 or 1980. There’s a lot to love about this shot, not the least that apparently Mr Spock had dropped by to congratulate me. I like my tie, and fondly remember this as the last day I ever wore pressed pants.
Leaping forward ten years now, to about 1990. This is me, dad and Sue. And I’m cooking. Cooking like a boss. Snags I reckon; maybe an onion or two. This is obviously on the lake, possible Valentine or Speer’s Point, and I’m guessing winter judging by the clothing. I don’t remember the event at all, and this seems to be the only photo that was taken. I’d kill for one of those snags right now…
I’ve got more like these. Should I post them?
