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  • My niece took this photo of me and my two daughters playing in bed on a winter's morning in London, from a page in my father in law's album, and posted it on Facebook.

    In the seventies, if we took a load of photos, we did not make duplicates; we just sent a few photos from the batch to Mexico. In this collage sits the only photo I have ever seen of my daughter smiling at one year old.

    It is frustrating to think of all the treasures and memories of our family are still sitting on a shelf in his office so many years after his death. If only we could pop over to Mexico and take a stroll around memories treasured there as if we were in an art gallery.
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