Everlasting Lives

When I was 18, I did my national service in Malta and Libya.

I went to see a psychiatrist because I was really, really depressed when I came out of the army.

T r a v e l p h o t o g r a p h y

I used to go on two holidays a year. I went to Turkey five times, Malta three times, Mallorca and other places.

I haven’t gone on holidays in the last few years. I miss it but I’ve got to stay out of the sun.

It is not worth going on holiday if it is cold, is it?

P h o t o o f a f a m i l y d a y o u t

E v e r l a s t i n g L i v e s

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T h e p h o t o o f m y D a d

J o h n W a t e r h o u s e , 77

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I w e n t t o t h e a r m y

A m e m o r y w i t h m y b r o t h e r

Ths photo of my brother and my Dad was shot in front of the Tower of London. My mum wasn’t there so she was probably at the hospital.

I also had a sister but she died of meningitis.

I was 5, she was about 18 months.

I was born the wrong time, 1937. I didn’t see my father. I don’t remember seeing my father until I was 8 years of age. It wasn’t a normal upbringing because my mother was in the hospital. She had TB. She died at 32. I was 9.

I was about 8 years of age when my Dad came back, he was like a stranger because I had not seen him at all really. I remember he came in, he gave us a little jar of sweets and went round the pub. I still remember that day.

I don’t know what sweets was in those days, everything was rationed.

My brother, 79, is still alive. Unfortunately he has terminal cancer as well. He lives in Essex. We keep in touch everyday. We phone each other. Either I phone him or he phones me.

Him and his wife, they are ok. Sometimes I go and see them.

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