On the 29th December 1984 a boy was born. My first born; the locksmith.
This was a couple of weeks before he entered the world. I was 27 years old. The “wardrobe” was an old thing we’d either inherited or picked up from the footpath on a council rubbish day. It had funky old drawers on one side and a dowling rod and shelf on the other & it was so heavy it needed 2 men to move it! I tried to brighten it up a bit – I drew everything in pencil first & then used sample pots of paint (which used to be free) with a tiny little paintbrush. I remember being especially pleased with the rooster. ..
At 2 months with Grandad (Max) – the first grandchild: A year later my brother’s son was born – they are the only two who knew a fully functional grandad. By the time I had the Economist another year later, dad had had his stroke and was very limited in what he could do. (As this was still summer I have no idea why my father has that hefty sweater on!)
See – I’m already enjoying my scanning project.