I am the shivering little bridesmaid (left) at the wedding of my uncle Charles Weston and his bride Vera in December 1946. The dresses were apparently a dusky pink colour and my mother used to relate what a difficult time she had hunting for matching shoes in post- war austerity Britain. 
For my uncle (right) it was a happy day, as only a year earlier he had returned from time as a Japanese prisoner of war, labouring on the infamous Bridge over the River Kwai.
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| My mother is the elegant woman standing behind me, with my father on her right. |
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how great that you have these photos and the story of your uncle is just a heart breaker. I so glad they got to have their happy day.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Jennie, for such a lovely sensitive comment.
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