Tribute to my Dad

To get photos of my Dad, you had to catch him when he wasn’t looking.  Otherwise, he would hide as he has done in one of these photos – behind a hat. But I took the photo anyway!



Even though the number of photos I have is few, I have lots of memories. Dad farmed for all of his life; he loved rugby and his family.

Another keepsake I have is this letter he wrote to me, in red pen on a torn out piece of paper from an exercise book, over 40 years ago. The only letter he ever wrote. Ever. I felt very special.






This photo of our daughter Tania is over 30 years old now. When I compare it to photos of her daughter Elliotte, taken at a similar age, they are so alike! If it wasn’t for one having auburn hair and the other blonde, they could almost pass for the same little girl. Check out my previous post, “Bookworm”, and compare mother and daughter.

I made the dress Tania is wearing, and the photo was taken by a professional. She was about two years old at the time. This photo is so precious. I’m happy I’ve finally created a page to display it and it’s now protected in an album.