What a prompt! Now, I received a new laptop for Christmas (lucky me) and currently all my files from my old one exist in potentia courtesy of my OneDrive or my Dropbox and I haven’t actually sorted anything out yet. So there’s a kick up the bum …
My all-time favourite photo I have shared on more than one occasion: me, my brother Alex, my mum, my gran and my great-gran.
I mean, how can you say no to that face?? (And those green velveteen shorts? Oh my!)
But I think the photo that sparked everything for me, that really urged me to dig in to my family history is probably this one:
My mother’s father, Ellis Howard Adams. I suppose it spoke to me in different ways. Yes, he was American. Yes, he was a soldier. Yes, he was wholly absent from my life and the majority of my mum’s. I suppose he represented things that had barely squirmed in my early-teen brain regarding the lure of the other, the unknowable, the gold-tinged mythos of … America. To small-village-raised me, there was a lot going on.
I have delved into his life a little – I await the release of the 1950 US census in April 2022 with impatience (along with the 1921 UK census in the same year) and some of those gold-tinged mysteries may have been dulled a little but this photo – and Ellis himself – hold a special place in my research.