I’m late with this, I know, but it’s been a long, beautiful day in the garden followed by pizza and chocolate cake with friends. And there has been a steady stream of news from the Greek elections which will arguably have an effect one way or another on every part of the global economy so yes, late to the party with a post on Father’s Day.
So for my small part of the festivities from the Giant Shoebox of Old Photos comes 1957, when Father’s day looked like this:
And in 1928 my great grandfather holds his eldest daughter Harriet (my mother) at five weeks old.
To all the generations of fathers down the line, Happy Day.