Christmas is always a time for memories isn't it? Family happy times, episodes from one's childhood, red letter days - they all seem to come into one's mind when carving the turkey or dishing up the Christmas pudding - or reminiscing amongst family members round the wood burner.
This photograph stands with family photographs on the piano and it really sums up well the relationship I had with my siblings. My sister, Vera, was twenty-two years older than me and my brother, Jack, was eleven years older than me. So our parents spaced us out well. This photograph was taken on the occasion of Vera's 75th birthday, when (as a total surprise) the whole family gathered for her birthday at the home of her daughter. (she was totally overcome and made her daughter promise never to do such a thing again.)
My brother was to die suddenly in 1987 with a Coronary thrombosis, my sister lived on well into her nineties. But this photo, taken in 1985, show us all having a good laugh about something. And of such small incidents are memories made - and come to the fore at Christmas.