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The other day I got a photo from my Ant and Uncle from Jersey (channel islands). It was a news clipping from the past. The photo was of a shop that had caught on fire and the fire department had just put it out. The photo was taken back in 1965 and showed a group of people standing around looking at the action of the days events. As they were explaining the photo to me the shop next door to fire was my grandparents. Then they dropped the bomb shell on me. There standing in the lower corner of the photo was Mother holding a small child (me). What a blast from the past. My Mother holding me when I was little.
I know that it does not sound like much as all Mothers hold there children an love them.But for me because of the way my life was when I was growing up and loosing my mother at a very young age(13) to drinking plus having no photos of her and myself I was jumping for joy.
Just thought I would share this.
I know that it does not sound like much as all Mothers hold there children an love them.But for me because of the way my life was when I was growing up and loosing my mother at a very young age(13) to drinking plus having no photos of her and myself I was jumping for joy.
Just thought I would share this.