This photo might be grainy and blurred but I love it regardless. My Santa with his gramophone sits besides the photo of my mother as a young girl, and that strapping young man you can just see in the centre background, that’s my father.
This is the one down-side of our life on the move. These, along with so many of our photos and other “old” memories, are all sitting in storage boxes, somewhere. I dream of the day we are reunited once again!