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These are pictures from my family history. I have a beautiful current family, but only post those pics on my personal Facebook page. I believe that in writing, good characters usually come to mind from relationships, experiences and events that have happened, which allows an author to expand on and fold into a story. However please remember these books are totally fiction. Also, I do not strive to always be politically correct, as life is not politically correct. Life and nature can be very cruel. I never mean to offend, but the brutal truth is not always a fun thing to read. The world is not always warm and fuzzy. If it was, it would be boring as hell. There are plenty of not-so-nice scenarios in this world, and sometimes that includes each of us...especially me. We live and learn from our mistakes. And I have made more than my fair share.
Mom and Dad finally reunited after WW2 ended in 1945. At the time of this picture, and living in the U.S., Mom had still not recieved been granted her U.S. citizenship.
It doesn't take a brain surgeon to see which parent I enjoyed most. Mom was my favorite. She and I had very private moments and secrets throughout the entirety of her life.
My father came in at a far distant second place. But when I consider what his life must have been like, I strive to acquire sympathy, which helps me understand the dark reasoning behind his extreme intollerance for any sign of weakness in me. I am drawn to expand my understanding of him and strive to forgive and move on. Sometimes I am successful, but many times I am NOT.
Group picture of my British family and me taken in 1954. I was 7. As always, I was attempting to look 'cool'. Hands in my pocket, just like my Nandad.
A different world with Dad's folks. They had nine children of which two died before my Dad was born. The 1930s depression was tough. They had a hard life and thus, they were hard people. But I still did not like being around them.
Saw him maybe 8 - 10 times in my life. I never enjoyed being around this man.
Mom took me and my brother to England when I was 7. I remember when left in his care, we spent considerable time at his local pub. He had us do things to entertain his Pub pals. I loved the smell of a pub. And still do. I enjoyed every moment I had with him.
This is a picture of my British nandad and me when we were both 18. He was headed off to WW1 and I was headed off to Texas Tech.
The best house a school teacher could afford in the 1950s. Wasn't fancy, but it was functional. I thought it was fine. There weren't too many homes any better. In the 50s & 60s, West Texas was not a place where keeping up with the Jones was important. The Jones weren't doing much better than anyone else.