Grandad was the best person I have ever known, he was funny, charming, kind, handsome and most importantly brave.
Alfred was born April 1917 in Salford Manchester, he was the third of seven children.
His Dad was American but they never returned to the states and he spent his whole childhood in Manchester.
Alf (as he was known) signed up at the outbreak of WW2, he trained in South Africa and then spent almost seven years in Burma. He never really talked about the war just a few tidbits here, I asked him once what he ate in the jungle, he replied monkeys tasted quite good roasted !! He caught malaria, got shot so close to his ear he remained deaf and was promoted and demoted more times than he could remember.
Alf married Lily Hendry in 1941, on a visit home, which is when the above photos were taken.
After the war Alf got a job at Esso and eventually took a job in London. One of the reasons for leaving Manchester, all his brothers, sisters, Mum and Dad had emigrated to Australia during the 50's, so there was no close family left.
After Lily died in 1988, Alf embarked on a tour of the world, he went both ways round the world, visited hundreds of different places, some quite dangerous! and came home with a different 'girlfriend' each time.
When my parents moved to France in 2000, he went with them and sadly he passed five years ago out there. We bought him home to rest with Gran.
a note about last Sepia Saturday
I didn't mean anything by posting the 'bad' stories, its just that's all the memories that were told to me. I certainly don't look at the photo and think evil woman, it takes all sorts and if she wasn't like she was then, then gran wouldn't have been who she was, mum wouldn't be who sh e is and I wouldn't be me and have four fab children :)