My sis is the custodian (also thief) of family pics. She gave me a bunch today of long dead rellies, all of whom I knew and loved. They speak of a different era.
Here is one of my mum and dad on the day they got engaged:

Happiness and hope. The year? 1938 and somewhere on the East Coast. Both of them 19 years old.

What followed? Well, the war (remember those diaries), poverty, death (him cancer at 66, her a stroke at 80 after years in a wheelchair.

Sad
