This 1927 recording of Bix Beiderbecke playing Sorry is the earliest music that I have.
You can even read the small print. Well you can on my 1280 x 1024 screen.
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and soon settled into civilian life as a textile machine fitter and travelled the continent where he met mum in Poland.
Where and when this occurred I do not know.
Maybe I should send a copy to the Chief G.I. who put us through our paces on the parade ground. Just to prove him wrong.
No crash helmets for road racing in those days. It looks like dad is wearing a south wester.
Dad is what in motor bike racing today they would call a gifted amateur.
Wot no crash helmet!!! No just a leather flying helmet and goggles.
A bit like my '52 Triumph Thunderbird although that did have telescopic front forks and a primitive rear suspension known as a sprung hub.
Now how's that for a gear change? And dig that horn! Cool! Honk! Honk! Is that a spring that I see under the saddle?
More likely he and mum had been for a spin and stopped for a photo opportunity.
Nice combo.
I wonder who they are? That does look a bit like my mum sat on the bike though.
hide some of them from the Germans and we brought them back to England in 1948. That fox was solid silver and the glass was cut crystal.
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sort of Russian spy. Having a pen pal in Leningrad didn't help a lot, nor did the one in Germany.
I'm fresh out of ideas. I wonder who that guy is?
"I should be sat in it and you pushing."
"Yeh! Fine! Now can I go back to sleep?"
See even then I was carrying some weight.
I'll bet they ran on time too. That guy is there again.
and I have to wear a bonnet?
It's all that pre war Polish chocolate.
Looks pretty grim.
and George and me were sent to a Kindergarten to await repatriation to England.
Ooops! Sorry! I mean smart looking feller.
Can't think how we came to have it.
By the way this is not a colour photo. Someone has been having a go at colouring it in. Not me.
But is that George - 2nd row from the back and 5th kid in from the right?
Or maybe it could be the other way around. I just can't remember.
Amateurs!
Note the badge in George's left lapel. You'll see why later on.
I never did get to go and watch Blackpool play football.
Or, don't you dare pull me off, 'cos it took me ages to get up here.
Or I'm sulking because I can't have an ice cream.
That is a ship that was supposed to bring dad back home.
It must be the same cameraman 'cos a bit of me is missing. Again!
Just two to go, but he didn't know it at the time.
George is at the end of the row on my right. It's the photo that is a bit out of focus, not the scanner.
She sent them to dad in the POW camp in Germany. |