Belles. And a couple of beaux

My sister has kept in touch with our stepfather’s family. He had several brothers and sisters, none of whom are still alive, but they had children – one niece, her husband and two of their sons called in last week, as they were Christmasing in the area. I’d met W and C before they had children, but not seen them for 40 years. Eldest son Ben, whose birthday it was, has made a photo album of as many family members as possible and has shared it with us, which was lovely. We all duly lined up and smiled for the camera. Today, looking up the back stairs to see if ECat had nipped up while the door was open, I noticed a photo album that I didn’t recognise. It was Miss Fitt’s. She’d been given it as a girl by her sister Alice and there were all her family photos in it – I can’t pretend I looked all through it. But my mother had tucked in some photos and newspaper cuttings and this one was among them.

If anyone in it sees this and wants to be removed, please let me know.

Isn’t it lovely? I can’t remember the names of the four people at each end, but my stepfather Wilf is third from the left, then my mother looking happy, then Miss Fitt in her chair with Ruby hugging her. They rang a peal – probably not a full peal, but I don’t know – in celebration of Clarissa’s 100th birthday, 26th June 1982. She died two and a half years later, to the day. She adored babies and was so happy to hold baby Ronan, whose name she couldn’t catch, so she called him David, which was the name of her sweetheart. She turned down his proposal of marriage because she felt she couldn’t leave her widowed father to look after the younger children, which was a very bad move on her part. But that’s another story.

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