In my last Sepia Saturday post, I spoke of life's 'markers', and used a photograph to illustrate my point. Of course, the pictures we hold dear are markers in themselves. Why else would we keep albums?
This happy shot of my maternal grandparents is extra special to me. Whenever I think of them, this how I see them dressed, in my mind's eye. The setting here, is the same as last week's, at the 'The Laurels', and you can see the 'lightning tree' just over my grandmother's left shoulder.
I suspect they're sharing a silly moment in front of the camera. My grandfather had quite a repertoire of corny jokes and funny voices.
The dahlias are just a small swatch of colour that swept through their garden, almost an acre in size. The place was crammed with fruit, vegetables and flowers, which my grandmother was passionate about.
More often than not, when he was saying his goodbyes, my grandfather would end with a cheery, "Happy days!"
Indeed they were.