Oh DAKe
mp what memories you bring back to me, when I was a child my mother used to put me on the bed whilst she was cleaning the bedrooms, and get out two large albums which were full of those embroidered postcards sent to her by my dad who served for 5 years in WW1, luckily returning home unscathed. My older sisters have the same memories of when the were young, but none of us know what happened to them. I think they must have been thrown out or lost when my parents had to leave Aston in 1968 having lived in the same house for 43 years. I would have treasured them, and whenever I see one of these embroidered postcards I so wish I had ours now.