My grandfather, grandmother and aunt May. Taken in 1918; my grandmother was always overwhelmed by life, not unsurprisingly, as her husband had spent 5 of their 6 years of marriage fighting, in the Somme, Ypres and other places where so many sons, boyfriends and husbands died or were maimed. I never knew my grandmother, but my grandfather was the salt of the earth; so much wisdom, so much wit and humour. The Kitchener moustache was all the rage, soup strainer type.
