Nor does it matter that they are not my family.
In fact very few of ours have survived. Now this may be simply bad luck or a tendency that runs through the family to always be the person taking the pictures not the subject.
Added to that some of those that have not been lost or destroyed have no name, or date and so they remain a mystery.
Now that should be a lesson to all of us, and even more so in the digital age where while the opportunities to take pictures are boundless the chances are that even less will stay the course.
We photograph what takes our fancy in an instant with a camera phone, may send it to friends but rarely save them for long.
Even if we are more mindful of the future the likelihood is that they will be stored on a computer with no hard copy made of the image.
His was a full and productive life. He married Alma Minnie Shrove in 1928 and these are some of their photographs, courtesy of his niece who has written
“Young Harold's first love broke his heart, but when he was 26 he married a Bexleyheath girl, Alma Minnie Shove.
The bridesmaid was his youngest sister, Dorothy who was Jean’s mother, a self-willed child.
Her dress had too many frills in her view and so, on the bus journey to Bexleyheath she took scissors with her and cut off as many as she could before her parents noticed.”
Such are the stories from family weddings.
Pictures’ courtesy of Jean Gammons