Where were you....

....when we celebrated the Silver Jubilee?

Paul rang tonight, and he said he couldn't remember, strangely he did, just as soon as I said about what I remember, and he had a vague recollection of the photographs too, so I said I would put them on the blog to jog his memory...

We had a sports day down on the camp, and he joined in the 3-legged race with Graham Parkinson on his back....

I can certainly remember Grandad and Joan going to the fancy dress party-let's face it -no-one is going to forget those outfits, and where on earth did he get RED bin-bags from?

    I remember Nana, Aunty Phyl and Uncle Charlie been at the sports day, but when I looked at the back of the photographs I realised it was actually the year before....

        I couldn't remember Aunty Joan been there, so I gave her a call and spent rather a sad, nostalgic, half hour or so talking about years gone past and people no longer here....
     As I said to her on the phone, at the time these photographs were taken in St. Albans in 1975, dad and her seemed so old to me, at the age of 16/17 but looking back now, she was only in her early 30's, and I have got children approaching that age now.   "It's all right for you" she wailed, "My babies are about to hit 50!"

So here is that "baby" messing with his camera, and my Dad, trying to get them both to look up for the camera.  Even my photos have got wrinkles on them...serves me right I should have waited for a better light and at least taken them out of the plastic book.

Well, today has been very wet, just as I feared it would be.  Lots of things in Birmingham have been washed out, but tomorrow is maybe lookig a bit better, so I hope to get into the city for the day and have a look round.  And I still want a picture of that statue...