Going to the church.

Here is my paternal grandfather, Fred, walking my Aunty up the church path.
I have a photo of myself and my dad walking up the same church path to my wedding in July 1973.
So much history in between!
My grandfather had a good job as an engineer, working in a local mill, keeping the machinery going.
He always had a twinkle in his eye, and liked a good story.
I can see his immaculate little sentry box of a garden shed, where he kept tools and the push lawnmower, whose blades were regularly sharpened and all was well oiled
It had a certain oily smell when the door was open.
If anything needed fixing he would sort it.
Looking through old photos stirs a lot of memories.