I’ve just had the best morning scanning in some family pictures that I’ve been meaning to do for the last five years. When my Grandmother Alice died in 1981, all she left was a suitcase full of things that were precious to her.
She’d had a hard life, she was born in 1909, sent into service to be a kitchen maid at the age of 11 and was the mother of seven children one whom Ernest died tragically at 15 days. She dragged her family through the 1930’s depression and through the Second World War when she rescued her children from an abusive evacuation family and bought all five children back from Wales to London where she lived through the Blitz with them.
She met my Grandfather when she was 18 and fell in love. The family though that he was ‘beneath’ her as he was from a poverty stricken family. But she ignored them and went her own way. They celebrated their 50th ‘wedding’ anniversary just months before Arthur died and Alice died of a broken heart soon after.
They bought me up from the time I was 4 months old until their deaths, (my parents both worked hard and it was easier to leave me with them) and I miss them everyday.
But Grandmother’s suitcase was a treasure trove of family information, which kindly everyone in the family decided I could keep. I was 10 at the time and these old pictures were fascinating to me. Through the years I’ve managed to track down who all these people were and the pictures have helped me no end in tracking down my family tree.
Here are a selection of my favourite photos, I’ll upload the rest to Flickr