It's Christmas and I have just delivered a sack full of cards to the postbox. But the best Christmas cards are the ones you can't send. This is a card to my parents, both now dead. Happy Christmas.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Digging For Memories
This is my father digging the back garden at our house in Northowram back in the late 1950s. He might as well have been digging for memories...
-
The Isle of Man still has a steam railway. It is not a pretend heritage line run by well-meaning volunteers, but a proper, functioning, ... -
Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s...
No comments:
Post a Comment