My photography resolution for the next few weeks does not involve the camera.
It’s a War on scanning. Me versus the black machine and a large pile of precious letters from World War II.
I have determined that I will take each of these carefully catalogued heirlooms (in date order, by my Dad) and scan it on to my hard drive, with care and affection.
Once scanned, I aim to serialise these most treasured of letters, which will be a labour of love (and deep emotion no doubt) on my Blog and Twitter.
Their contents are a rich stream of stories home from the war, by a boy no more than 18 years old, to his mother, who happened to be my Nan. They continue over a 4 year period, beyond the war’s end, and tell of his love for a young girl (too young to be getting married) and his ultimate, terrible, and tragic demise.
I aim to do justice to the boy who was Joe, my Uncle, whom I never met. I hope you will stop by and read about his story.
This is my resolution and it will be my privilege to keep it.
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