It is almost ten years since my mother died. When we were clearing her flat I gathered what remained of her papers and keepsakes and stored them in a large plastic box in our garage. It seems about time to delve in there now that time has knocked the corners off loss. One of the first things I came across was a tiny plastic wallet, the kind you keep credit cards in. I can't recall my mother ever having a credit card, but she had made use of it for storing a collection of small photographs which she carried around in her purse. So I have opened the wallet and, in no particular order, started scanning the pictures, the photos from my mother's purse. Here is the first.
That is my brother Roger and it must have been taken in the early 1960s. He had a job in Leeds and had acquired a motor scooter to travel to work each day. I remember it was a Bella Zundapp and it was a dark red colour. I can almost see it in front of me now, the memory of it is so strong.