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A few more treasures from the past.

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Here’s the last batch of old family photos I’ll share.

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From right to left – my uncle, my aunt and presumably my father… theintrepid butterfly hunter.

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My great aunt and an unidentified child, perhaps my aunt. From the look of their clothes, I’m guessing they were not ardent PETA supporters.

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These next few shots are of the Henley Regatta.

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Part of the English social season, the annual rowing competition originated in 1839 and takes place on the River Thames.

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It also looks like a good excuse to buy a new hat.

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My uncle and aunt. Because no well dressed toddler should be without a parasol.

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My grandmother, still not smiling… with my aunt and uncle in their garden. Sadly, my uncle was another relative I never met. He was killed in a car accident on Christmas Day at the age of 30.

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My grandfather in the garden.

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And finally, another garden party shot of Wednesday Addams with my father and uncle.

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Unexpected treasure from the past.

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Since my husband has been wasting time and money working in the basement, it was inevitable he’d discover some treasure. And for the first time in a long time… I’m not being sarcastic when I say that.

To my delight, he came upstairs the other day with these.

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A box full of old photo albums given to me by my late father’s sister years ago when she was moving. She gave us all kinds of unwanted things that were basement bound but these must have gotten mixed in with the rest, and sadly I’d forgotten all about them.

The photos are old, taken in England between 1910 and 1920… and just for fun I thought I’d share a few.

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My father as a boy. A well dressed dapper little lad, no?

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My grandfather and my aunt. Another dapper gentleman.

Unfortunately I never met him, as he died when my dad was 10 years old.

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My grandmother and another aunt.

I was 2 when my grandmother passed and have no memory of her. It may have been the era, but I don’t possess a single photo of her smiling either.

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My grandfather with two unidentified children. Apparently one of them was a daisy.

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My father loved the sea, as is evidenced by him taking the tiller at an early age.

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This is his older brother, who clearly was only trusted with toy boats.

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My grandmother and uncle. Oh, that hat!

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My grandfather, left, with an unidentified man in Cuba. Pops was a world traveler.

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My grandfather and father. Did no one ever smile for pictures back then?

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My father, building his own mini Stonehenge in Cornwall.

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