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These are my parents! I'm doing a project where I scoured through some old photographs of my family and found these fantastic photos of my parents.
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Scan of a '96 print taken on the eastern shore of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay. Nikon F4 with 500mm Tamron mirror lens
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From the parents' meet today, my son and I got our first glimpse of what is in store for him this year and the hard decision we have to jointly make in charting his future direction.
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In spite of the many things to be said against it, warfare certainly has the effect of lifting the ordinary private soldier from the banalities of civilian working-class life. British men of the Second World War generation, who would otherwise have spent their lives in tedious, production-line jobs, filling in pools coupons at the weekend and taking the family to Weymouth for a week each summer, suddenly found themselves in exotic places, witnessing the extremes of human behaviour, participating in history-making events. You might say that it broadened their outlook.
I think it must have been his war service that stimulated my father's interest in foreign travel. With his low expectations of life, hostility to new ideas (it took a decade to wear down his resistance to supermarkets) and opposition to expenditure on inessentials, I don't think it would otherwise have occurred to him.
My parents had been married in 1942 but "starting a family" had been delayed until his safe return from the war. Before I "came along" in 1950 ...there had been a stillborn son before me... my parents had taken a holiday in Belgium and Holland, revisiting places and people my father had known in the war. Child-rearing kept them poor for the next 20 years.
It was not until the 1970s that my father was once more able to indulge his wonderlust. His foreign holidays became the great love of his late years. My mother admitted, behind his back, that she went merely for his sake and would really have preferred to stay at home. She had not flown until her mid-50s. For her the great thrill was the flight and, in particular, the in-flight meal. He became a great Alpinist, but this photograph was taken in Ajaccio, Corsica. The print is date-stamped July 1978.
Life does not enable us to do what we enjoy for more than a smallish amount of our time. Perhaps this is "programmed in" because we only really appreciate what is rare and fugitive. Anyway, I am glad my father had a spell at the end of his life during which he was able to enjoy what he most liked.
The happy parents of the puppy we're getting. The Norwegian Buhund is one of the few dog-breeds that is Norwegian, yet strangely, very few Norwegians know about it.
The dog breed was so loved, Buhund-bones have been discovered in many Viking graves.
Any dog that is friendly and has a history of hunting WOLFS and BEARS is automatically awesome in my book
Department of Commerce organised Parent Teacher Meeting for the 1st year B.com. The session was started by Rev. Dr. Sabu George addressing the parents about the importance of the course.
Area I expecting and new parents meet at the Camp Casey Community Activity Center June 2, 2012, for a Baby Shower. Various garrison activities had boothes where they passed out information. Dads-to-be were given a chance to see what it was like to be pregnant with the "empathy belly". Both parents also got the chance to see who could change their "baby's" diaper and try to guess the flavor of baby food. U.S. Army Photo by Sgt. 1st Class Jeff Troth
The late Professor Harold Rodgers OBE FRCS and Mrs Margaret Rodgers MA. Really great parents. They loved me. I owe them a great debt of gratitude. Together they made a loving home. Dad was born in India in 1907 and came to secondary boarding school at Kings College School Wimbledon, St Bartholomew's Hospital, wartime army service as surgeon, Prof of Surgery Queen's University Belfast 1947 to 1973 and service in retirement in Nepal and Nigeria and many other places. Mum was a lady almoner (one of the first hospital social workers) at Bart's where they met. She supported dad and the family lovingly. They cared for people. They both had an honest and straightforward, kind faith in Jesus Christ. I am very blessed to have had them as my parents. I had a good start in life.