The next couple of days were spent exploring the neighbourhoods where Dad lived at one time or another before he left England for Canada in the 1950s.
Here I am with Dot, Dad’s cousin, in Biggin Hill, Kent. Dot was born the year after my father and has given me some wonderful pictures of him when he was a young child.
We’re looking at a photobook that Pam made chronicling Dad’s life as best we know it up until the time he met Mom. Dot loved the book and there were some photos she hadn’t seen before, including one of her mom.
We went to The Old Jail for lunch. We had been there on a previous visit and the atmosphere and food are always great.
Ss Philip and James Catholic Church on the corner, which was opened in 1906, so it would have been there when Dad was here.
Obviously, these people were not involved in the "renovation."
Wasn't Louie a pretty girl? It must have been a terrible blow to Gran to lose her oldest child at the age of 16. By this time Gran had seven other children, so Louie must have been like a second mother to the them.
Tomorrow we are heading to Kennington, the area where Dad was born and where the infamous wedding photo was taken…