It seems a long time since I wrote about my family but during this last week I've been to the baptism of a cousin's grandchild and the funeral of another cousin's wife so my family has been in my thoughts quite a bit lately.
I've written very little about my Father's family and I know far less about them than I do about my Mother's people. Oh I know names, dates of birth, spouses and all that, but that's not what knowing people is about. I know so little of what they dreamed, what they were proud of, how they saw life. I have no aunts or uncles left from that family so I shall never really know.
Father was the eldest of eight , born just over a year after his parents married. Three more siblings appeared within four years and then Grandma took a little more time over having the other four! My grandfather was an electrician on the local steelworks which would have brought in a steady wage rather than a large one, but I think Grandma must have been a good manager as the family seems to have been secure and happy. This is the only photograph that I have of all eight children with their parents.
I was one of twenty grandchildren in that side of my family! Only thirteen of us still remain. I must talk to the other twelve about their hopes and dreams. I've started to organise a family picnic for next year. Watch this space!
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