Nifty
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Post by Nifty on Feb 4, 2022 13:51:27 GMT 1
Just sayin’ I cycled hundreds of miles past these gates on my second bid to get to South Africa under my own power. these pics were taken some time after. when was enroute there a lot of fear of Polisario activity and the quality of road far substandard. The tarmac stoped at Layoune. www.holamon.cat/en/zones/western-saharaand, Just to point out, he was not my great uncle, he was my uncle.
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Post by Nifty on Feb 4, 2022 13:54:15 GMT 1
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Post by traveller on Feb 5, 2022 17:39:51 GMT 1
My mum’s dad ran away to second Boer War, served in WWI, and as fire watcher in WWII died before I was born, offered land in South Africa but even then saw the way some parts of population were treated not to his liking, loved it when GI’s were stationed nearby and occasionally billeted at their house as he was always interested in the lives and experiences of others. On the other side, grandfather served WWI died in 1923 I suspect as a result of gas, so dad never remembered him, just recently discovered his grave, sadly just after dad died of Covid.
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Post by gigi on Feb 5, 2022 18:14:49 GMT 1
I think that anyone who knew their grandparents, especially those who were able to spend time with them, is very lucky. My grandparents all died before I was born; the only ones I ever remember being spoken about were my maternal grandparents, who kept a pub, The Edinburgh Castle at Sunderland. My mother used to say that she was born in Edinburgh Castle, and what fun she and her sister had when they used to fire carlings through peashooters at mens’ bald heads as they went to and from the pub.
My brother, who’ll be 90 this year, had a very few memories of those grandparents. He was evacuated to the North Yorkshire countryside during the war, and they both died while he was away.
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