Like Tears In Rain
I think a kind of addendum to last night's post is in order, as I've found links to Hudson and Beardsmore's Commonwealth War Graves Commission entries in the civilian casualties section, (thanks to Google AI, weirdly enough: it does have its uses, after all...) where their commendations are noted. I've added these and a few links in that post to follow up on stuff if you want. The point is that Joseph Beardsmore was my uncle Ivor's father: I've referenced Beardsmore - as he was always known to my family - before in blog posts past. The young Ivor and Irene stayed with us in Winson Street for a while, sleeping on the sofa bed in our tiny living room: our open house in existence even in the fifties and early sixties. Ivor, too, is no longer with us, sadly: tempus fugit, time & tide, etc. As it's my seventy-first birthday today, I'll leave it at that, methinks...

Just picked this up!
ReplyDeleteA Very Happy Birthday and Many Happy Returns to you Kel. Trust All Well. Phil.