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Quarantine Photo Scavenger Hunt - Day 13
Something (someone) I'm proud of
Tomorrow is the 75th anniversary of VE (Victory in Europe) Day.
And that got me thinking of my Grandad. Mr D and I dug out his old wartime photo albums and have been flicking through them. Even though it's been almost 11 years since we lost Grandad, I'm actually quite overwhemed with how emotional I am looking through them. I've been tearful for nearly an hour now, and don't think that's wearing off anytime soon!
His name was Arthur Ludlow and he was born in 1922 in a part of East London called Forest Gate.
He was a Weapons Technician/Electrical Engineer in the Royal Air Force, and was stationed in Egypt for nearly five years. One of the great prides of his life was that he worked on Spitfires, and a few months ago, around the 10th anniversary of his death, I bought a plushie spitfire beause it reminded me of him.
I only knew him as my lovely Grandad who I could wrap round my little finger; he doted on me and I doted on him. He talked about Egypt a lot, but not in the context of the war. He very rarely spoke about the actual fighting.
Needless to say, I'm very, very proud of him.
| a meal | a letter/postcard from someone (feel free to redact) | something that keeps you sane | your computer | |
| a useful tool | memorabilia from an event outside | wild card | a game you've been playing | a musical instrument |
| something someone made for you | a gift you're planning to give | |||
| a good habit |
Tomorrow is the 75th anniversary of VE (Victory in Europe) Day.
And that got me thinking of my Grandad. Mr D and I dug out his old wartime photo albums and have been flicking through them. Even though it's been almost 11 years since we lost Grandad, I'm actually quite overwhemed with how emotional I am looking through them. I've been tearful for nearly an hour now, and don't think that's wearing off anytime soon!
His name was Arthur Ludlow and he was born in 1922 in a part of East London called Forest Gate.
He was a Weapons Technician/Electrical Engineer in the Royal Air Force, and was stationed in Egypt for nearly five years. One of the great prides of his life was that he worked on Spitfires, and a few months ago, around the 10th anniversary of his death, I bought a plushie spitfire beause it reminded me of him.
I only knew him as my lovely Grandad who I could wrap round my little finger; he doted on me and I doted on him. He talked about Egypt a lot, but not in the context of the war. He very rarely spoke about the actual fighting.
Needless to say, I'm very, very proud of him.