Clustered Photos in no perticular order

As the Story Unfolds The Images The Images Will Be Distributed

As I look at the clusters of old photos, they are like a echo of the past. I can hear mothers joyous laughter with the other siblings, yet also the sadness comes through that lasted for months, before the laughter returned with the sun.

In the past photography was expensive and if you had cheap camera it would stay in the cupboard for years. Then the day came when you could afford a film which was bought and used up the same day so that you could see the results as soon as possible. John Logie loved photography

Kath

Some Photos taken by John Logie Baird of Kathleen Faux

in the garden at Sydenham London.

The girl is Johns daughter Diana. Mother loved both children and spoke of them often, but I must admit that she seems to be pushing his daughter out of the picture.

I have saved Mothers bank book as she her self saved it to show that while she was working for the Bairds she was a woman of independent means.

It took till a few years before she died, to have a bank book with savings again, of which she was so proud. As a sad foot note it allowed Elizabeth and myself to bury her with very small expense to ourselves.

Cousin Christine Brian Mumford Aunt Elinore Hazel Great Grandma Stan & Mum

Uncle Clarence Plumb London Rd Abridge

Dora & Jess Sweet Stan Cousins Audrey & Mum Me with the lost button

Hazel trousers and the face!

Mum as land girl Stan feeling Olive Mum with Greg and sulky Stan Mum & Olive

Mum with me and Bernard Mum and Olive Brian not as Elvis

Photo for Baird

Wonderful Mum and Stan

Uncle Greg

Me & David The serious Aldersbrook Otley & Helpful Me with my first

Senior Photo Mr. Brown teacher love Jennifer

Bernard mum & me Mum Mum In Lambourne doorway Boz House @ Otley At Brighton to visit Dad

My mate Boz Stan & Liz Otley I so hated the hand on my shoulder

Hard Mother Liz & Boz Mum keeping me away. here we can see the separation

Mother despised me for coming along after a short fling with her boss John Logie Baird and she never touched me. I had to learn how to dress myself as soon as I could. I would bang my head on the wall in a vain attempt to get attention. I taught myself how to walk and my step father used to fist and beat me as soon as he saw me.

After some time in the orphanage mother collected me because her brother pestered her. She still hated me as this family photo shows. Her legitimate son and daughter on one side and me being told not to get too near her.

I remember the emptiness and the terrible need to be loved. John Good had a party and his mother put her arm around me, I remember the wonderful feeling to this day.

Father bought mother a house 107 Wanstead Park Ave.