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He’s 70 today but in this photo he was still showroom shiny!

baby dad

Look at that booful smile!  Look at those chubby cheeks! Who’s got wuvvy curly hair, then!  (You were a beautiful baby, Dad, who grew into a beautiful man, and I love ya!)

This was a postcard preview made by the studio photographer – on the back it has “Mrs Miller” and her address in Rozelle (A Sydney suburb they lived in , this would have been in 1940, and Granpa was probably already away at the war).  Then the scrawl continues:

1 Colour Panel, 2 Sepia Panel  11/6

Fair hair

Blue eyes

apple green suit

collect Nov 9th

deposit 2/-

When Nana gave me this photo she told me that the “apple green suit” was her first bit of knitting.  (She went on to become a PROLIFIC knitter!)

I don’t know if the colourised or bigger sepia versions of this picture even exist anymore.  We weren’t a big family for having photos up – probably because Granpa and Dad both used slide film up until they mid 1980s.  There are HUNDREDS of yellow boxes of slides sitting at Mum and Dad’s that need to be scanned and recorded (or tossed..)  – again, I’m really ITCHING to get my hands on them, but I have to be patient!

(If nothing else, all those potential altered slide mounts! Wheeeeee! But do I really need any more clutter?)

I’m hanging out for some photos of us all from younger days – as my memory gets worse (and yes, I have booked the tests to attempt to quantify this) having pictures seems more important.

By the way, I’m taking a class next month on using photos in art journals – L.K. Ludwig’s Point and Shoot Journaling.

(Bugger – does journaling have ONE L or TWO? I can’t decide and the spellchecker is not helping.)

I’m all set for the class to start – just need to find a better alternative to “Clear spray paint” (I assume to seal the images once we’re done working on them?) because that stuff a) totally sucks for the environment and b) flares up my asthma.  So does anyone have any suggestions for me, please?

Dad and little Trojan

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

(This was taken in May when I was in Wagga for a visit.  Isn’t this vehicle cool? It’s a miniature version of Dad’s vintage car – a 1925 British Leyland Trojan Ute – but this one is designed to run on the little railway at the botanical gardens.)

And here’s my brother, Gordy.  His son is finishing high school this year!


Happy Father’s Day, Gordy!

And also a VERY HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO MR BELOVED, who hates being photographed, but is well loved by all the fur and feather kids!


And here’s day 2 of 365:

2 of 365

very attractive, non?

This is my Dad
dad and chips
with the cat that owns my parents, Chips.

Chips is a “retrofitted scottish fold” – see his poor little ears? He was rescued, but the nice vets couldn’t help all of the burns. The scumbuckets who hurt him as a kitten should die painfully.

ANYWAY, Dad is currently in hospital in Wagga Wagga, recovering from what he (rather graphically) described as “A pull-through with a live ferret” – otherwise known as prostate surgery. Apparently it’s a nasty one to recover from. So please send any prayers (if that’s your thang) good energy (ditto) best wishes and kind thoughts, eh?