Mike Packwood

Just been rootling through some of dads old paperwork and came across these. I never knew there was such a thing - embroidered postcards sent home to loved ones from soldiers in France and Belgium during WW1. When I mentioned them to dad he remembered them clearly (he's 93) and said they had been sent back by his Grandad to his Grandma. His Grandad was killed in September 1918, only a month before then end of the war. Apparently there was quite a cottage industry making these and they were normally bought in a envelope to help preserve them in the post. We don't have the envelopes for any of these. Lovely aren't they and hard to believe something as delicate as these were being produced amongst the carnage of the trenches. 

Just rootling through all of my late sisters paperwork, and came across everything she kept from her Educational cruise on the SS Uganda. She kept everything, and by the look of it, because it was an educational cruise they were actually made to do some work. In case any of you were on the same one it was : Number 395 in July 1974 When I went, three or fours later, we didn't have to do a thing expect soak up the sun and I didnt keep any of my bits and bobs. Heather's cruise was Scandinavia and Russia. Ours was the med