Three in a Day

Oh my three posts in a day.  Guess what K's Dad knows some of the folk in the photos.  I suppose that's what happens when you live in a small community everybody knows somebody etc especially when families don't move far. 

This apparently is Horace and his bride.  I won't put on the surname as a matter of courtesy but I do know it.

A 1940's war time wedding maybe.  It is the only one where the bride is not in a 'proper' wedding dress.

This was in the skip its in perfect condition.

This little card was hidden inside the silk envelope front.  Have you spotted the spelling mistake.  As you can imagine - if you know me or if you have read this blog for a while - it made me chuckle.  Titter ye not as Frankie Howard would say. 

Ah Horace must have been a romantic.  I wonder if his sweetheart ever spotted the spelling mistake.

This is the local milkman. Oh look T (k's Dad) his Mum declared it's the milkman - we once went to Babbacombe with them do you remember. 

What a small world we live in.  I am so glad we rescued these.

By the way we cashed in the silver today and it raised £47 for our holiday fund.  I will never, ever, ever drag K away from a scruffy skip again.  I am also very pleased that K asked for permission to take things out of the skip - although I wonder if they would want the £47.  Beware what you throw away - even I with my eagle eye would have thrown the pictures away - it was K with his eagle eye that spotted the tiny hallmark in the corner.  Happy days.