Sunday, 21 June 2015

Every Picture Tells a Story...

Happy Father's Day.

Dad and I 
I've been playing around with images today over on Pinterest, so I thought I'd include a picture that's relevant to today.

My Dad used to carry a copy of this photo in his wallet when I was small, and after he died it was the one picture I especially wanted, but it was mislaid.

A few years later one of my brother's found this copy of that same picture and gave it to me, so it's now in a small frame on the windowsill above my desk.

The photo was taken by my mum, and on the back it says 31/7/1962, so we were either on holiday, or it was one of our regular summer Sunday trips to the seaside.

Even though the photo is black and white I can still remember my blow-up plastic boat. The outside was pillar-box red and the inside white. It took quite a bit of puff to blow it up... I've no idea what I have in the boat with me- possibly a blow up beach ball.

My Dad volunteered for the army at the start of the Second World War, and he was one of the many soldiers who were evacuated from Dunkirk; and having researched the regimental history, it's likely he was taken off the beach- he couldn't swim, and as far as I know he was very much older before he did learn, so this picture has a lot of meaning to me...

Every picture does tell a story...






14 comments:

Susan A Eames said...

Lovely story - and photo, Carol.

Carolb said...

Thanks, Susan. :-)

Nicola said...

What lovely memories. Thank you for sharing, Carol. I'm really pleased you found that precious photograph. Happy times :)

Maria said...

What a lovely picture the two of you make Carol, clearly a treasured memory for you. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Rosemary Gemmell said...

Love the photo, Carol - it encapsulates so much and I can imagine it must be very precious.

Carolb said...

Thank you, Nicola, it is a lovely memory.

Carolb said...

Thank you, Maria. I have to thank my Dad for so much.

Carolb said...

Thanks, Rosemary. Dad and I were both youngest children, so very close.

lizy-expat-writer said...

What a lovely little kayak - and you safe in Dad's hands.

Teresa Ashby said...

What a lovely happy photo, Carol. No wonder you were so pleased that your brother found a copy especially as it has such a special meaning.

I had no photos of me with my dad (or me as a baby), but we found some old negatives amongst my mum's things. My son developed them and there was a picture of my dad holding baby me outside our house. It's now in a frame on the shelf above my desk and I treasure it.

That blow up boat looks such fun xx

catchingcottonclouds said...

I felt my eyes glisten whilst reading that, Carol. You were very lucky to have such a lovely dad - and so glad you have the photograph again.

Helen

Carolb said...

I remember being very excited whenever I was allowed in my little boat, and being pulled through the shallow area on the beach, Lizy. :-)

Carolb said...

My dad's copy was very dog-eared, and a smaller version than the one I have.

It's lovely that you have such a special picture too, Teresa- they truly are treasures.

Carolb said...

Thanks, Helen, it is very precious. Being the baby of the family I was close to both of my parents. and had lots of happy times with them at the beach. :-)