Blurred History
Here's a slightly blurred photo of a children's tea party in 1966, the year that even non-football fans remember as the year that England won the World Cup.
We were staying in a cottage in the Duddon Valley in the Lake District.
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The little boy on the left in the blue jumper is my cousin Robert - he's actually the son of my mother's cousin, but the relationship always felt much closer than that. The earnest-looking one with all the hair, wearing the white top, is me, since you ask.
Here's Robert again, on the left - oh yes, that's me in the orange jumper, I grew into those teeth eventually. My mother and baby brother Michael are also in the photo, and we're looking at a black lamb which had wandered into the cottage.
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And here is Robert again, wandering across the lawn having appropriated one of my dolls, watched by his father, with the beautiful Lake District mountains in the distance:
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Robert - known to some as Bob, to others by his middle name Harry, and to some as H - died today, from cancer, age forty-seven, leaving a wife, two daughters, a little grand-daughter, his mother, his brother and sister-in-law, and a whole extended family who will all miss him.
Including me.
I am so very glad that we saw him a week ago in Barrow-in-Furness, whilst collecting the wedding cake on the way to Emily and Gareth's wedding. He was thin, but very much his usual self personality-wise.
I can't make sense of something like this - in my head it's blurred, like the photograph. But all my memories of him are good ones.
We were staying in a cottage in the Duddon Valley in the Lake District.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOMmYxIpD4qYlBl5ajZgnwkAjyB6UZG_nb-5Kg_frCfwFioLNWedFnbAv4DNNlm4ESidzwoxbrhTv6dkwmccjKVbGoEvblGFWLaMJtVHqnORP3kj9PWyY5e5ZJ0jDr4nSWYirNQ/s320/photos136.jpg)
The little boy on the left in the blue jumper is my cousin Robert - he's actually the son of my mother's cousin, but the relationship always felt much closer than that. The earnest-looking one with all the hair, wearing the white top, is me, since you ask.
Here's Robert again, on the left - oh yes, that's me in the orange jumper, I grew into those teeth eventually. My mother and baby brother Michael are also in the photo, and we're looking at a black lamb which had wandered into the cottage.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNjfJ_VI8Cv1CCljmN9198wJofvFuoz_dPr0_qKxonXYjChk0CW4wCOfxDcQN9J8uqP9iX0NTmzIPLIbcD6rkkyIsP42DbzLn8Ljd9K0SYWNoxVV3A7eKqXqOum9ShBk17Vxbow/s320/photos130.jpg)
And here is Robert again, wandering across the lawn having appropriated one of my dolls, watched by his father, with the beautiful Lake District mountains in the distance:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiva9bnTPati23JKYPsgrZWaIsTfPqfTGTfBo3Ts5c7Jnyo_FErNan4I3G1RWvzAcYCehrl9NtyeXQGnn04Knig1mJ-hSZxu0S0zjP1o0EmoaIaatiO6taOsy0tN9lQUf14hhEM0g/s320/photos135.jpg)
Robert - known to some as Bob, to others by his middle name Harry, and to some as H - died today, from cancer, age forty-seven, leaving a wife, two daughters, a little grand-daughter, his mother, his brother and sister-in-law, and a whole extended family who will all miss him.
Including me.
I am so very glad that we saw him a week ago in Barrow-in-Furness, whilst collecting the wedding cake on the way to Emily and Gareth's wedding. He was thin, but very much his usual self personality-wise.
I can't make sense of something like this - in my head it's blurred, like the photograph. But all my memories of him are good ones.
3 Comments:
It sounds like you have many wonderful memories of Robert going back to childhood if those photos are anything to go by.
Thank you for sharing a few of them with us and once again, I'm sorry for your loss.
Ian
I am so, so happy you got to see him!!! Wonderful photos - thank you for sharing. xx
I'm so sorry for your loss. He was so young. I hope you are alright.
I also missed masses of posts including the wedding, a lot has been happening both good and bad. The wedding sounded fantastic, any photos? I loved the cake photo.
hugs, x
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