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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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