Posts Tagged ‘baby’

Flung by father

November 2, 2015

Well not really flung! I’m sure I was totally safe in the hands of my dad who was raising me high in the air.


This, I regret to say, must date from the 1940s and as that is me up in the air, it reminds me that I’m not as young as I once was. That, of course, is my regret. My dad is sitting in a chair and giving me a high view. I look to be taking an interest in the world around me, albeit I see no sign of a smile.

Behind us is the home I lived in, only for the first ten months of my life. It was near Wadhurst in Sussex. My dad, were he still alive, would tell us how much he loved living there. It was a life style he never quite recaptured elsewhere.

As we left there when I was a mere ten months old and I am now the only survivor of the very happy family that lived there, real memories no longer exist. So three cheers for photos!


October 19, 2013

When is a nerd not a nerd? The answer, at the moment, is when he has a brand new granddaughter who is a tiny bundle of cuddle and that’s the situation now.

My wife puts up with me being a nerd incredibly well and gets almost as excited as I do over things like K1 telephone boxes and steam railways. She’s a great believer in making gifts with love, rather than buying them with money. She made new granddaughter a delightful pair of bootees.


Now I won’t claim to be much of a knitter, although I was once, when a worker, left looking after a textile class of 15 year old boys and girls who were supposed to be knitting. I think I amazed them by being able to knit at all. But I had learned young. Back when I was a kid presents for granny had to be cheap and I was encouraged to knit her a dishcloth for Christmas. I guess that sounds bizarre today, but it probably made me realise that ‘made with love’ was more important than bought with money.

Anyway, I can vouch for the work put into these bootees. Making them was not a job for doing like an automaton, whilst the mind was engaged elsewhere. Being so small, the rows were short and always changing. They required concentration.

So an odd blog for a nerd perhaps, but we are, after all, human and we have our normal human emotions.

Little Isabel can wear them with pride – not that she’ll know that yet!