I’m not a writer. Putting pen to paper or, as in this case, fingers to keyboard, does not come naturally to me. I’ve always been a picture person, preferring to let the camera tell the tale. However, on this occasion I think that words add to the pictures and help tell the story.
My dad died in December 2011 at the age of 92. This blog is about the process of sorting through the accumulations of those 92 years. As well as papers and photographs going back to his childhood (amazing considering that, as an Austrian Jew, he and his family had up stumps and legged it when Hitler was on the prowl) there is an interesting and strange collection of items. Some relate to his engineering past but most relate to absolutely nothing.
For those who knew him and his story, his eccentric collecting habits will come as no surprise and for those who didn’t; hopefully this blog will give you a flavour of the man that he was and the lasting impression he left on all who knew him.
He never once went with the flow.