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I have already posted some pictures of me as a youngster(click that link to take you to that earlier post) Well here is one of when I am about 3½ that will make my younger brother Peter about 2½ and my older brother Richard about 7. We are at Rachams Christmas Grotto in Birmingham in about 1968 visiting the "real" Father Christmas. I had just learned to wink. I remember being scared to death sitting on his knee, my head was always itching in that balaclava as well, my Nan used to knit us things like that all the time. I am sure it was a form torture that she inflicted on us because she wanted Granddaughters, if only she could have seen me yesterday in Church.
I have already posted some pictures of me as a youngster(click that link to take you to that earlier post) Well here is one of when I am about 3½ that will make my younger brother Peter about 2½ and my older brother Richard about 7. We are at Rachams Christmas Grotto in Birmingham in about 1968 visiting the "real" Father Christmas. I had just learned to wink. I remember being scared to death sitting on his knee, my head was always itching in that balaclava as well, my Nan used to knit us things like that all the time. I am sure it was a form torture that she inflicted on us because she wanted Granddaughters, if only she could have seen me yesterday in Church. 
