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Category Archives: artefacts from the attic
The Search for the Soldier Without a Name (Part 3) – Ten photographs
So here they are, ten photographs taken as trophies of war. Some of them are 79 years old, if the dates on the back of those photographs are correct. Black and white pictures that through the World Wide Web and … Continue reading
Premonitions of death in a fox hole
Private Dick Borain went to war believing he was going to die. He was only 24, but could sense death waiting for him in the desert, outside of the dugout that he shared with my grandfather. Their dugout was … Continue reading
Frank’s mean horse
He looked ugly and mean, so much so that no one picked him. When Frank Christie arrived late at the army depot, that horse was the only one left in the pen. He had to take it. Frank was my great … Continue reading
Myth confirmed
My great grandfather wasn’t lying. Polar bears were sighted in the north Atlantic. In a previous blog I told the story of my great grandfather William Frank Christie’s passage across the Atlantic in 1905. It is titled WF’s great north Atlantic … Continue reading
WF’s great North Atlantic adventure
Every family has them, heirlooms handed down from previous generations. Each has a tale and continuing with the artefacts from the attic series, here are some of mine and the stories they carry. Here two objects tell the story of … Continue reading
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The ghost of a young man.
Every family has them, heirlooms handed down from previous generations. Each has a story. These are some of mine and the stories they carry. The ghost staring from the over exposed black and white photograph is the uncle I didn’t … Continue reading