0000 - Granddad Walter's Birth Certificate. Hulme, Manchester. 25th April 1866.
I do not have any photographs of my Granddad Walter. So this will have to do.
This 1927 recording of Bix Beiderbecke playing Sorry is the earliest music that I have.
0001 - Dad's Birth Certificate. Krahnolm, Narva. 27th August 1896.
My HP Scanjet 3500c does a great job at just 200 dpi.
You can even read the small print. Well you can on my 1280 x 1024 screen.
0002 - Dad. Sgt. Walter Hanson Buckley (Royal Artillary) 1914 to 1918.
Like all young men of the day dad volunteered to fight in The Great War. He got wounded and gassed for his trouble.
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0003 - Dad as a civilian. 1920??
I've no real idea how old dad is in this picture or where it was taken. He was none the worse for his wartime experiences
and soon settled into civilian life as a textile machine fitter and travelled the continent where he met mum in Poland.
0004 - Mum. Anna Marja Hensz. 1930?? in Lodz, Poland.
I know little of mum's childhood except that she lived in Lodz, Poland and at some time must have met dad.
Where and when this occurred I do not know.
0005 - Mum & Dad's Marriage Certificate. St George Hanover Square, London. 26th July 1933.
I haven't any photographs of mum and dad's wedding so this will have to do.
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.
0006 - Dad at Wilno. 1932.
Off again to try and win yet another trophy. This was a road race.
No crash helmets for road racing in those days. It looks like dad is wearing a south wester.
0007 - Dad in Warsaw. 1932.
Track racing too and with skid lids. Guess that track racing was considered more dangerous than road racing.
Dad is what in motor bike racing today they would call a gifted amateur.
0008 - Dad in Warsaw. 1932.
This looks like the start of a road race. I wonder if he won?
Wot no crash helmet!!! No just a leather flying helmet and goggles.
0009 - Dad, Naki the dog on BSA Motorbike in Warsaw. 1932.
Imagine riding that! Doesn't look like there is any sort of suspension apart from that spring thing in front of the handlebars.
A bit like my '52 Triumph Thunderbird although that did have telescopic front forks and a primitive rear suspension known as a sprung hub.
0010 - Naki the dog on BSA Motorbike in Warsaw. 1932.
Senisble dog! Isn't even trying to attempt to ride the bike. He just leaves it the boss - Dad!
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?
0011 - Dad & BSA Motorbike. Place and year unknown.
Bike looks a bit mucky. Maybe dad has just won another road race?
More likely he and mum had been for a spin and stopped for a photo opportunity.
0012 - Dad & BSA Motorbike. Place and year unknown.
Fans and admirers?
Nice combo.
0013 - Dad's bike but who are they?
Women riding motorbikes in those days! Yer! Right-o.
I wonder who they are? That does look a bit like my mum sat on the bike though.
0014 - Dad's motorcycling trophies. Pre World War II.
Sadly most of these trophies do not exist anymore, as they were confiscated by the Germans during the war. Grandma Hensz managed to
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.
0014 - Dad's motorcycling trophies. Pre World War II.
I've enlarged and fettled the brightness and contrast on these two to try and give you a better view.
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0014 - Dad's motorcycling trophies. Pre World War II.
These three have had the same treatment.
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0015 - My Birth Certificate. Keskhaigla, Tallinn, Estonia. 24th April 1937.
Being born in Tallinn caused me no end of problems whilst in the navy. At one time they thought that I may just have been some
sort of Russian spy. Having a pen pal in Leningrad didn't help a lot, nor did the one in Germany.
0016 - Mum, George & ? in Tallinn, Estonia. 1936.
Come on! Think of a caption.
I'm fresh out of ideas. I wonder who that guy is?
0017 - Mum, George & Me in Tallinn, Estonia. 1937.
"I don't want to push the pram, mum."
"I should be sat in it and you pushing."
0018 - George, Me & Snowman in Tallinn, Estonia. 1937.
"There you are James. See what I've built for you."
"Yeh! Fine! Now can I go back to sleep?"
0019 - Dad & Me in Tallinn, Estonia. 1937.
Like father, like son.
See even then I was carrying some weight.
0020 - Mum, George and ? at an unknown railway station. 1936?
Take note that there were electric trains back in 1936.
I'll bet they ran on time too. That guy is there again.
0021 - Me & George in Tallinn, Estonia. 1938.
How come George has a Scots hat on
and I have to wear a bonnet?
0022 - Me in Tallinn, Estonia. 1938/9.
Talk about being chubby.
It's all that pre war Polish chocolate.
0023 - Mum & George. Place and year unknown.
I wonder! Did we live in one of those flats?
Looks pretty grim.
0024 - Me, Mum & George in Breslau. November 1939.
Taken just before mum was sent to a women's prison as a British female civilian prisoner of war
and George and me were sent to a Kindergarten to await repatriation to England.
0025 - George. 1936.
Now there's a fart looking smeller.
Ooops! Sorry! I mean smart looking feller.
0026 - Postcard From Dad in Nurnberg, Germany to Consuella. 16th December 1939.
A Xmas card with a difference.
Can't think how we came to have it.
0027 - George.
"Now this is how you take a throw in."
By the way this is not a colour photo. Someone has been having a go at colouring it in. Not me.
0028 - Who Are They? in Zgierz . Year unknown.
Boy do they look happy? Come on smile. It's a party. I don't think that I am on here. At least I can't find me.
But is that George - 2nd row from the back and 5th kid in from the right?
0029 - Cousin Betty & Aunty Consuella. 1941.
I think that I have the names the right way around.
Or maybe it could be the other way around. I just can't remember.
0030 - Me, Mum & George in Blackpool. 12th June 1942.
I wish that the person taking these pictures would get all of me in.
Amateurs!
0031 - George & Me in Blackpool. 1941.
Oh! No! Not more photos. Dad must have a million by now.
Note the badge in George's left lapel. You'll see why later on.
0032 - Mum, Me & George in Blackpool. 1941.
That looks like the house on Bloomfield Road, just across the road from Blackpool's football ground.
I never did get to go and watch Blackpool play football.
0033 - Me in Blackpool. 1941.
Honest! I wasn't going to jump.
Or, don't you dare pull me off, 'cos it took me ages to get up here.
0034 - Me, George, Mum & Friends in Blackpool. 1941.
I've got some sand in my eyes.
Or I'm sulking because I can't have an ice cream.
0035 - George, Mum & Me on Blackpool Beach. 1941.
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside.
That is a ship that was supposed to bring dad back home.
0036 - Me, My Teddy & George in Blackpool. 1941.
Me and my teddy bear are fast asleep. The question is, was I leaning on a wall or something?
It must be the same cameraman 'cos a bit of me is missing. Again!
0037 - Dad (No. 16224) in POW Camp Stalag VIII Gepriijt. 1942.
Dad looks healthy enough after some three years as a POW.
Just two to go, but he didn't know it at the time.
0038 - Blackpool. 1942?
That's me next to the nun. I'm the one in the sailor suit. Even at 5 years of age I wanted to be a sailor.
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.
0039 - George, Mum & Me in Stanley Park, Blackpool. 1942.
I don't really want to be here but mum insisted on us having our photos taken. Again!
She sent them to dad in the POW camp in Germany.
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