I’m always up for dare ( well not usually) but I was given a little challenge of sorts from the lovely Paula depressionexists.com you have to see the previous post total random rambling to understand what I’m doing though..otherwise it won’t make any sense at all…Good Luck.
I have no clue what this post will be about…hmm just thought of something..straight from the top of my head.. I shall make it brief (famous last words from me I know).
Can any words describe the feelings that I have when I see this photo? This would have to be my favourite. My Pop when he was but a baby boy.
I adore this photo, to others who see it, it’s just another photo from ramblings or (‘mumsy’ as I am now affectionately known.) I just want to pick him up and give him the biggest cuddle and tell him it will all be alright.
To me it’s a picture of a sad little boy in the war years whose parents didn’t want him, who was given away to others to be looked after, but who treated him cruelly. A young little boy who looks so lost.
A young boy whose pockets where sewn up so he couldn’t keep warm in the bitterly cold months of a European Winter. A young innocent boy who was made to sit at the top of the stairs whilst the ‘other family – his stepmother being one’ sat and ate at the table with the rest of the family downstairs.
A boy who was encouraged at school because he had such a brilliant mind and when the Principal approached his family to urge that they send him to University, they didn’t want to waste their money.
My favourite photo because though there is sadness in his face, later on in his life he fought adversities and became a happy. caring man and a loving devoted father.
Now can you see any likeness? Perhaps the baby round cheeks..or perhaps the ears?
I just wish that my Pop was able to smile in his photo as I did…..