It's that child again. Well, I think it's that child again, but I am not sure. It might be him or it might be his brother. "te ipsum" said the Romans; and the Greeks said the same thing even earlier (but their interpretation of the phrase is a character set too far), but how can you know thyself after a period of almost seventy years and a stone or two of living. It should be me. The child is laughing and I was always the one with an inane grin on my face. No doubt my brother will write in and say it is a photograph of him and not me. But I don't believe it - he was never as bonny as me.
That's a good photograph of Gladys. But I don't think the child in the picture is you or me. I'd say the photo was taken before either of us was born. Now that's set you thinking!
ReplyDeleteI think I have to agree with you - neither of us were in that "perfect toddler" league, and Gladys looks considerably younger than she did when both of us were around. The other thing that got me wondering were the iron backs to the seats on what is obviously a seaside pier. All such things were confiscated early in the war to melt down into airplane wings or whatever.
DeleteI also don't recognise the location as being one of our childhood holiday haunts. Furthermore, Gladys was more affectionate with her own children. We would have been cuddled up to her.
DeleteBy the way, in your earlier post I'd say Auntie Annie looks pregnant. I do believe that she always wanted children.
Heh, heh! Score one for Roger!
ReplyDeleteI'll give him half a point, Roy. No more.
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