I woke to find this photograph had been sent to me by a second cousin I had communicated with a couple of years ago through Ancestry.com. The photo is of my cousin's grandfather, - my maternal grandmother's brother, Henry William Bearcroft. I have several photos of him, but none in his naval uniform.
My maternal grandparents migrated to Australia in November 1929. Their son Albert was given a Brownie box camera for his 15th birthday in June 1929 and used it to take photos of all the family they were leaving behind. Albert worked in a factory when they arrived in Australia but eventually persuaded a Sydney street photographer to teach him how to develop photos. Albert went on to become a photographer with his own business. Photos, and letters were the only link my grandparents had to 'back home' as they were for many migrant families.
Receiving the photo reminded me of a family research mystery on which I had made a little progress at the end of 2019. 2020 pushed it right out of my mind. It's time, I think, to return to it.
The main event of the day was, of course, the arrival of Alison and Karl from Canberra today. There are no photographs of note. I was unsure whether visitors could meet planes at the airport, and the airport website was no help. In the end we decided on curbside pickup, which worked smoothly. Adelaide arrivals must have registered ahead of time for entry and are met on arrival but a customs-like arrangement where they are asked a series of questions about their health and recent locations before they are allowed in. This was, apparently, well staffed and efficient as well as thorough.
We had several hour to relax and catch up at my place before heading to Katherine and Anthony's for dinner. It was a joyous and animated evening with lots of stories told. Alison and Karl brought Christmas presents which were opened, discussed and displayed for all to see.
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