For ten years, maybe longer I have had boxes of stuff and a beautiful cedar coffee table stored at mum and dad’s house.
My decision to sell or give-away all material possessions prompted me to finally clear it all out. I burned decades and decades of photographs and gave the coffee table to an old friend.
This little book was owned by my father when he was a small boy in 1944. I thought it would be fun to reproduce it here before it became ash.
PS: I never burned it, I checked back in here December 2016 and yeh, it’s tucked away in a trunk in mum and dad’s house.