The Old Photo Suitcase

The old photo suitcase lives in the attic, and every now and then it comes downstairs to be browsed through and delighted upon. Most of the pictures in it belonged to my maternal grandparents, who we lived with. Seeing my grandma as a young woman makes me feel very philosophical. I also look just like my mum when she was my age.

In this picture, you can see just a small handful of the photos (of people whose identity is unknown to us), the particularly lovely lining of the old suitcase (at least I think so), and my grandma's driving licence, which she only ever used during the war when she drove an ambulance. After the war, my grandad said that driving was too dangerous, and neither of them ever drove a car!

I miss them both very much, and would love to be able to talk to them again as an adult.