Look at the lovely pram I am sitting in. I'm not sure where the picture was taken, it looks like the door of a cottage. I remember mum had a box camera, the sort you hold down on your waist and look into the top of it.
My mum was strikingly beautiful, I don't take after her but my sister does, lucky girl. She had thick black hair. The fur coat must have been real fur, they hadn't invented imitation then. I remember buying a real fur coat from a jumble sale when I was a teenager, and parading around in it. How awful, I was young and didn't know any better.
Mum (Martha) and dad (Norman) together. It looks like she had her hair cut a bit shorter there.
Dad in his army uniform. He looks very young, it was probably taken just after he had joined up. Dad was in Hamburg during the war where he met mum. When he came back home to England she came with him and they were married.
Things could have been a lot different, he could have been injured, or worse still killed, in which case I would not be here. Lucky for me, he came back.