A recent look through the images scanned for my book, revealed one I’d forgotten about; it was a piece of calligraphy created by my father in 1940.
The date reminded me of a conversation I had with him about his wartime service as an Auxiliary Fire man; a chat that concluded with the words “…it was difficult to relax, so whenever I was back at the Fire Station between air raids, I took my mind off things by sketching and painting…”
Paper was rationed in 1940 and Christmas cards were difficult to get hold of, so Dad made his own to send relatives – and possibly to his wife and son, evacuated out of harm’s way 60 miles north…
Despite the current difficulties, I hope everyone has a peaceful Christmas. ..