My own Dad died in 1992. He'd be amazed to know that his photographs are being sent into cyber-space, and to know exactly where his only child, his daughter, was sitting - in Oklahoma U.S.A - sending them winging out!
My Dad was the eldest son of 10 siblings, 5 male, 5 female. He had to leave school earlier than he would have wished in order to contribute to family finances. After a couple of nondescript jobs he acquired an apprenticeship to a local baker, eventually became a master baker himself, managed a group of bakeries in Hull during the war years. After the war he and mother never worked for an employer again, they remained self-employed, first building up and running their own small but successful and much sought out, bakery business. They worked so darned hard! Dad was up every day before 4 a.m. making bread, there were few rest days, few vacations. Mum ran their small bakery store. After around a decade they decided to move on to try other things, always remaining self-employed. What followed included a fruit and veg. store, a small private hotel on the coast, a tourist snack bar, a coffee bar with juke box. Then my Dad was accepted as a sub-postmaster and they went on to run some sub-post offices - mixed business stores combined with post office business. So my Dad, by the last years of his working life via a convoluted and very varied route, was able to do a job similar to that he had longed for as a schoolboy - to work in the post office or in the offices of the local railway company.

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Around 1990 |
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1980s |
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1964/5 |
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1959 |
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1948/9 |
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About 1947 |
4 comments:
Just luuuuv that 1964/65 hairstyle! ;-)
My Dad's still going strong at 102 (103 in September!) I'll sure miss him when he eventually goes.
RJ Adams ~ LOL! That hair was mainly courtesy of a mischievous breeze, I think! Dad had Brylcreme (sp?) to plaster his own hair down. :)
102! My oh my! That is amazing! Here's to more strength, and several more years to him!
I just love these photos, though I would disagree with the saying as not all fathers are like that :(
You were very blessed with such marvellous parents.
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Wisewebwoman ~ Yes, I was blessed! And I agree that there are fathers who fall well short of good - or even decent. I'd like to think, though, that those are the exceptions, and hope too that what a child looses in that way will be compensated in some other area - by loving siblings, mother or grandparents for instance.
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