Here are some old photos I borrowed from home last time I was there. I love going through the boxes of photos in Wexford.
Look at this handsome lad. My dad, playing tennis in 1959.
Mam on Curracloe beach in Wexford, C 1959.
After secondary school, my mother went to a domestic college, where she learned to cook and manage a household, and basically be a good housewife. This is her (far right) and her classmates, presenting wedding cakes they had baked and decorated.
I love this shot of my parents at a play. This was taken by an Irish Times photographer. After it appeared in the paper, they must have ordered a copy.
Me at age seven, angelically making my First Holy Communion.
And five years later, making my confirmation in a matronly blue suit. That's our teacher Mrs. Stafford, who liked to terrify us with tales of the devil and the end of the world.
I guess T-strap shoes were in that year.
I love this, because did you ever see a sadder Christmas tree? Christmas 1969, welcoming home my mother and brand new sister, Elizabeth.
Looks like Philip Clere and Peter Bates gave your Dad a hand decorating the tree while your mam was in hospital having my wife.(that sounds a bit weird)!
Posted by: David Rossiter | December 01, 2009 at 03:15 PM