@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
@CharltonKerry It's possible to make the image bigger by fiddling with the width of the link, but it's still limited by the size of the original picture and the resolution it was scanned at. This is about the best I can do I think:
Thank you very much Aliwibble for doing that for me, much appreciated, as I say the photo is 65 years old and the actual size is around 2” x 1” in black and white, it’s my first memory as well, no doubt because of this photo, it was taken around 1954 in I believe Andover or Stockbridge near there, by my dads best mate who was a toff and a landed gentleman, two more of the most unlikely friends you could imagine. They meet on their first day in Burma, they hated each other and ended up fighting at bed time as Uncle Arthur had silk pyjamas in the heart of a jungle, my dad coming from the roughest part of the east of Dartford didn’t have any. They ended up best mates, and Arthur saved my dads life when they fought back to back and my father got a bayonet through his thigh and got pinned to a tree, Arthur never left Dads side all that very long night. Some of the things they got up to were unconventional, both were experts in explosives, and Arthur secretly fell in love with my mum because a single photo dad carried through that period. When they came home eventually they met up when I was born, then again when this photo was taken. It means a great deal to me as you can tell. When Arthur died far to young was the only time I saw my dad cry, Arthur’s wife at his funeral told us that she was his second love my mum was always his first love. As I say thanks, one day it’s going into a book of our lives.
I was told by a merchant navy captain that the term 'nipper' is of naval origin.
In days of old the boys aboard sailing vessels had to wind the rope around the capstan. The rope was far too thick for the boys to hold so they'd unravel the end and take a 'nip of rope' each. These boys became known as nippers. Many hands make light work as they say.
Used to love these days, when we were on holiday in Ireland. Ride the donkey up to the bog on the mountain, fill the baskets with turf and then lead the donkey down to store the turf away for the winter. Think this was about 74, so I be 10.
Used to love these days, when we were on holiday in Ireland. Ride the donkey up to the bog on the mountain, fill the baskets with turf and then lead the donkey down to store the turf away for the winter. Think this was about 74, so I be 10.
Was your confirmation name Bernadette? When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
That was my first holy communion. Didn't get confirmed until 1981. I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name. It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze. It didn’t work.
Was your confirmation name Bernadette? When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
That was my first holy communion. Didn't get confirmed until 1981. I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name. It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze. It didn’t work.
Didn’t think you were supposed to tell anyone you confirmation name, that way the devil couldn’t call on you, as he needs to call you full name?
Picture of me taken in 1957/8 at the age of either 2 or 3....some 62 years ago, in my very small back-garden in New Eltham. Had blonde hair then.....and god knows what I'm wearing!! By the age of 5 my hair had gone brown and now it's very grey!
Is that a noose?
Funnily enough I think it was the hosepipe we used to use to fill up the 'tin bath', which was hung on the outside privy door, until it was carried into the kitchen every Monday evening and the hosepipe was then attached to the hot water geezer above the kitchen sink!!! They were the days!!! LOL
Yeah different times altogether. I haven't got a picture of me there, but here's a picture of the first house I ever lived in. Literally a shack with a tin roof on Canvey Island. Obviously there'd have been no plumbed-in bath in a place this size, so bath time for me was was in a tin tub on the living room floor. I also have a memory (though perhaps it's a false one through watching too many Steptoe films) of me having a bath on the kitchen sink.
You were lucky. I used to live in a cardboard box in t'middle o road....
Was your confirmation name Bernadette? When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
That was my first holy communion. Didn't get confirmed until 1981. I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name. It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze. It didn’t work.
Didn’t think you were supposed to tell anyone you confirmation name, that way the devil couldn’t call on you, as he needs to call you full name?
Well as I don’t believe in any of that guff now, does it matter? But I honestly never heard that before 😳🤣🤣
Was your confirmation name Bernadette? When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
That was my first holy communion. Didn't get confirmed until 1981. I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name. It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze. It didn’t work.
Didn’t think you were supposed to tell anyone you confirmation name, that way the devil couldn’t call on you, as he needs to call you full name?
Not me as a nipper, but my son, Seb, on the left, taken a decade ago and after one of Charlton's holiday courses at Sparrows Lane. Shame he switched his sporting allegiance to cricket as per the below photo taken recently - especially as his shorts would probably fit him now!
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And I thought, fair play Geezer, fair play 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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In days of old the boys aboard sailing vessels had to wind the rope around the capstan. The rope was far too thick for the boys to hold so they'd unravel the end and take a 'nip of rope' each. These boys became known as nippers. Many hands make light work as they say.
Not many people know that
You were quality in The Omen @oohaahmortimer mate ;-)
I’m in the middle.
1977 I think 😇
When I went through it that was the choice of every girl in the service.
Didn't get confirmed until 1981.
I chose Una, which is Irish for Agnes, my Mums name.
It was my last attempt at getting her off the booze.
It didn’t work.
I hope your dress sense has got better over the years mate.
You were lucky.
I used to live in a cardboard box in t'middle o road....
But I honestly never heard that before 😳🤣🤣
Photo courtesy of Andy Shots