John Beeching
Shoebox 11: Jack
My father, Jack. We met infrequently during these years, though we corresponded regularly. However, later we became close and explored outlooks and interests, which became useful towards his end, as, with a few words, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. Words sometimes shared over a prohibited glass of whisky. I know I have a negative of Jack taken with the Box Brownie from this era, but I can find it nowhere. Here we ate salt cod and drank many carafes of white wine in a cheap backstreet eatery in Rome in 1972. jacketmagazine.com/26/beech-l-w.html
Shoebox 11: Jack
My father, Jack. We met infrequently during these years, though we corresponded regularly. However, later we became close and explored outlooks and interests, which became useful towards his end, as, with a few words, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. Words sometimes shared over a prohibited glass of whisky. I know I have a negative of Jack taken with the Box Brownie from this era, but I can find it nowhere. Here we ate salt cod and drank many carafes of white wine in a cheap backstreet eatery in Rome in 1972. jacketmagazine.com/26/beech-l-w.html