I knew very little of dad’s history because like many people of his generation he did not talk about the past. Undeterred by this I asked him what my grandad was like. He picked up a pencil and quickly whipped up this sketch.
It was such an unexpected answer. I still didn’t get to know anything more about grandad but It was a very touching moment. I thought if a picture could in fact paint a thousand words, this was it.
Dad kept his memories but this sketch has become one of my most treasured memories of him and my grandad.
He returned to England and that was the last I saw of him.