The Past



The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.

L. P. Hartley   1895-1972 

Sunday 1 February 2009

Monochrome Monday - 2nd February


Cousin Willie 

A relative of my mother but other than that I have no information.

It's possible that he is the son of James Francis and I imagine that this photograph was taken around 1914/1915 and he would be aged about 18.



My grandfather and his brother James joined a Scots regiment in Glasgow on the outbreak of World War 1 ( so I'm led to believe - but family stories are not always true ). It would seem a strange thing for people of Welsh origin and living in England to do ! They would be in their late thirties and I assume William went along also ..

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12 comments:

Catherine said...

Cousin Willie immortalized in a very proud attitude, the costume needed it. Thanks to share you family story, Petrus. For good, you have British origins !

Anonymous said...

I hope he survived.

Anonymous said...

Hi there,
You don't know how close I was of posting a photo similar...lol
old photos are the best,love it.

Anonymous said...

Great to have this photo!

kden said...

I love the older family pictures that you post. I must had a former life in this era because they just fascinate me. I'm going to go over and check out your Italian blog.

Jane Hards Photography said...

Always interesting to see such personal images.

Anonymous said...

great photo!

EG CameraGirl said...

Interesting how difficult it is to separate fact from fiction in family stories. It's true for all families. Great that you still have this old photo!

Lene said...

Really great for the theme. A handsom, young man :)

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful old photograph.

Sherrie said...

Hi!
Very handsome gentleman! Have a great day!!

Sherrie

Daryl said...

Cousin Willie looks very distinguished in his uniform/kilt

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