Inside the life of a painter and perpetual art student
My great grandfather came home too, but he came home a broken man, he was a horse driver. I blogged about him last year http://kcscourt.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/rememberance.html andhttp://kcscourt.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/remembering-rememberance.htmlJulie xxxxxx
I can relate to the way your great grandfather was on his return. I didn't give it much thought as a child, but now I understand perhaps why Uncle Fred was the way he was.
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