Tag Archives: Daughter

Immy likes to strike a pose…

I have an actress for a daughter, and she loves to strike a pose… Spot the onlooker!

 

Wonderful to see Immy happy again!

Photos from Rousillon, Luberon, France. Aug 2018


Embarrassing your kids is character building – for them.

Here’s a truism – your parents are embarrassing. But why? I guess the last thing you want as a teen working at your first summer job (looking after the pedalos on the Serpentine) is your Dad turning up waving an iPhone camera in your face… Not that my son’s acute embarrassment was going to stop me…

Oh God, it's Dad...!

Oh God, it’s Dad…!

 

Even worse than that I went to pick up my daughter from one of the many parties she seems to be going to at the moment and made the fatal mistake of actually walking into the party to find her! Such was her distress at my presence she sent me out & I had to wait in the car.

too cool to be seen with Dad

too cool to be seen with Dad

14 going on 24...

14 going on 24…

 

I’m sure I didn’t treat my parents this way. Mind you, they didn’t taxi me around all over the place. I had to get on my bike…, which did mean they never could keep tabs on me.

So as long as I remain chauffeur, my kids will have to continue to suffer me. It’ll do them good, I’m sure. Character building…

The sceptical look...

The sceptical look…


Where do we come from, and where are we going?

Why do we photograph? For many reasons of course, but first amongst those is to freeze time. 1/60th second, remembered for ever. Passed on to the future. And that’s why getting your hands on the family stash of photographs is so overwhelming. You look back from the present to the past, and wonder about the future.

My parent's wedding day

Photos allow us to tell stories. Part of my father’s story is here. It must have been complicated in the early 60s… My parents were both foreign students in France. He English, she German. Having fallen in love he had to go to Germany to woo her.  They spent much time zooming around on a velociped.

A croggy

Entente cordiale led to a wedding. Church ceremony in Cadolzburg, Franconia; Civil wedding in Sheen, London.

no 5 star hotels to get ready in those days

Onlookers at the Church: Guck' mal, der Englaender!

The happy couple

My Mum knew nothing of English wedding etiquette. So she wore a black suit to the civil ceremony. Looked pretty smart to my eyes!

Sheen, London

Grandparents on both sides

Of course! Honeymoon and nuptials:

3 days in Bournemouth

And a new life in the Shropshire hills

It seems my parents did a lot of camping...

And then the inevitable (well at least it is from my point of view…) is kids:

I think I'm laying down the law here...

And now my Dad lays down the law himself

A father and son moment, probably camping...

Blimey, that's me!

And then the past moves into the present. It’s my turn. Father becomes Grandfather, son becomes father.

The leap in the generations

Love, laughter, happiness. An ordinary story, but also a sliver of history, told through photos. Not bad for a 1/60th of a second. Keep your photos, and share them.

My father

My daughter.