Today would have been my Granddad Horace's birthday. He was a big baby according to my Great Granddad's bible some 16lbs in weight. What a whopper no wonder my Great Gran had a heart condition. He was born in London in the sound of Bow Bells on the 11 November 1900.. He was the most patient of men and I never ever saw him lose his temper. He was a most lovely man and I miss him and so much. He used to keep us entertained by playing the Banjo or the squeeze box as youngsters. He was exceptional at playing both.
So here's to you Pop, remembering you on your birthday.
Your crazy granddaughter