Only the other day l was telling someone about the pork butcher clan. They would drive to Bamburgh, from Scotland and the North of England, meet up on the beach for a picnic. The children played on the beach, the women chatted and the Old Men drank, played cards , swore and conversed in German. This was the 1930s and is how my mother told it.
With my Uncle’s death that is the end of my parent’s generation in the family. I guess l am now one of the Old Men, sadly not speaking German and playing with lead not cards.
Apologies for this confusing and self indulgent post.
It is strange to be the senior generation. We think of all the experiences and changes the last generation saw but so have we. Who'd have thought that lead soldiers could be printed in resin?
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Lovely post, always sad looking at old pictures of those passed. I have a similar pic of my Mother and her brother. Cheeky wee mischievous face with her life still ahead of her.
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ReplyDeleteA wonderfully poignant post, Alan, and not confusing at all. What a magnificent memory of the family picnics on the beach at Bamburgh to look back on.
ReplyDeleteMy heartfelt condolences on the loss of your uncle. It is a sobering milestone to become the senior generation.
Thinking of you and the family,
Andy
My deepest sympathies on the loss of your uncle.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for your loss. May you find peace in the memories you created together.
ReplyDeleteMy condolences, Alan. As Stephen notes, it is somehow strange to think of our generation as the highest rung on the ladder.
ReplyDeleteI see a younger 'Alan' in your fathers face.
ReplyDeleteI also find myself as the male head of the clan although I have quite a few older female cousins.
My condolences. There's no need to apologise for a very poignant post. I'm glad you have those happy memories.
ReplyDeleteSorry for your loss Alan. As Brian said, nice post.
ReplyDeleteCondolences for your loss and that sense that 'an age' has come to an end. The baton gets passed on and we can only hope that we are as well regarded as the generation that went before us.
ReplyDeleteJim Duncan, I thought I could see a young Alan there, too.
ReplyDeleteI don't think it's a confusing or self-indulgent post. More of a fond memorial. My condolences on your uncle's passing.
I will be 70 soon, but my parents are both still alive, so I'm not yet the oldest generation in my family. That idea of being the eldest living generation in a family is one to make one think, eh? There is no one left with memories that go back further. Just stories that may have been passed down.
I am getting to the age where people who I consider to be of 'my generation' are passing... it's always sobering when that happens... my old wargaming partner of almost 40 years passed away last week.. but.. I love that picture and the way your uncle is on an incline, I bet that made him chuckle in later years
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ReplyDeleteSorry to hear of your uncle. I realised not so long ago that there's only me and my middle brother left of my childhood family, very sobering.
I grew up about 5 miles from Bamburgh so it's my part of the world....
Neil