I've mentioned before that I never knew my Dad, he was killed in a motorbike accident in 1954, a few months before I was born. I always knew that and there were photographs in the house but he was rarely talked about after Mum married his older brother when I was 3 years old.
Apart from photographs I only have a few bits belonging to him. He did his National Service after the war in the RAF and I believe was posted to the Isle of Man. He certainly went somewhere by boat as I have a berthing card.
The brass trivet was made when he was an engineering machinist at ICI. And somewhere around is his locker key for ICI (large paint manufacturer then based in Stowmarket, Mum worked in the testing lab there after leaving school which I suppose is how they met). I also have a set of parallel rulers of his that would have been used by a navigator in a plane.
I often wonder how different life might have been had he lived.
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One of my uncles worked for many years at the Stowmarket ICI paint factory. His house was always immaculately decorated with cheap paint from the factory.
ReplyDeleteHow hard it must have been for your Mum at the time.
ReplyDeleteI was just thinking the same as Angela.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing with us Sue. So poignant, especially the photos. How devastating it must have been for family and friends, such a terrible shock.Sad for you too, not to have known him, especially as he wasn’t mentioned very often, but I think that’s how it was back in the day unfortunately . June x
ReplyDeleteThat is very sad. So difficult for your Mum. Regards Sue H
ReplyDeleteA sad story, such a young age. Sad too for your mum and for you not to have known him. People behaved very differently with children back in the day, believing it was best not to mention people who had passed. I worked with a woman who had lost both parents and then her brother was adopted by another family,she was only told once he had moved on. She never saw him again.Carole R.
ReplyDeleteHi Sue, a hard a sad time indeed. Like you I find myself thinking, in the quiet times, of how things may have turned out if certain things had or had not occurred. These days I try not to dwell upon what might have been (as hard as that is at times) and focus on the now and the simple joys in my life. Not always easy but then I find baking hard as well …. ;-)
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