Sorry. I don't understand.Rosebud?
Sorry. I don't understand.Rosebud?
Google 'Citizen Kane'.Sorry. I don't understand.
When I was about 3 my best friend had a toy barrow that we had great fun playing with. I thought it was the best thing ever and asked Santa to bring me one. Unbeknown to me my dad started to make me a barrow. He made the carcass and acquired a wheel from an old tricycle however the two parts never got put together. The barrow and wheel were consigned to the attic. When we moved house the barrow and wheel moved to the new attic.
When I was about 25 on Christmas morning I had the best surprise ever. My barrow was sitting under the tree filled with presents with wheel attached and painted.
It's of no value but something I will never part with.
When we cleared out my parents house we found the book he had used to get the instructions on making the barrow and also the rocking horse he made for my oldest brother.
Aw. Best wishes to you.Aforementioned remaining Grandmother passed away the other day so now the games begin with long lost relatives
That seems very odd to me.So it’s about a hundred years old, the only sentimental item I have from my family, and my wife is determined to destroy it. She hates it being in the house, she stuffs it into the shed or leaves it in the rain on the patio when I’m not looking.
Aforementioned remaining Grandmother passed away the other day so now the games begin with long lost relatives
I too have my grandad’s diaries (2) from when he was on the HMS Manxman in 1941/2 when it was torpedoed. I transcribed them onto a blog. http://albertpettman.blogspot.com/?m=1My Grandad's diary from when he was in HMS Southampton 1917 to 1919. Fascinating.