Photo box is a dangerous place

Yes I know! Every time I lift the lid I get lost in memories.

Today I opened the box for Nettie. Last week she and Hein sat their exam to become citizens (congratulations to both). I remembered a photo of my father posing for a photo in his stubbies with an oversized can of Fosters in one arm and a flag in the other at his 'Becoming an Aussie' party. The tell tale signs of much celebration in his stance and expression. I shared it with Nettie ... far to embarrassing to post. Why do parents always embarrass their children? Is it their mission in life??

Whilst rummaging around and drifting down memory lane, I came across a random wedding photo accompanied by the newspaper clipping announcing our wedding. Oh the memories ... the traditions of yester-year ... the shoulder pads...!

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