Name: John Johnston
Age: 37
Location: Calgary, AB
Email: ateabutnoe [at] gmail [dot] com
Disposition: Sunny

February 12, 2006
More treasures 
On Saturday I was back in Oxford sorting out another couple of rooms. In the guest bedroom we've got a large cupboard and I was aware the drawers were full of envelopes with various family papers in. Again it proved to be quite a treasure trove.

I think the most exciting thing I found was a marvellous set of Victorian photographs of my great-grandfather's family. It's odd but seeing photographs, rather than drawings, seems to make them all more real to me. I look at them and see pictures of my family, just like I would at a picture I'd taken on my digital camera and printed out at home, but these are over 100 years old.

My favourite picture shows my grandfather, John Foster Crace (aged 9 and dressed in a sailor's suit), his father John Dibblee Crace (bald head and large beard) and his father John Gregory Crace (white haired and magnificently be-whiskered as a Victorian patriarch should be). It's dated May 1887 and printed on stiff card with the logo of "Brown, Barnes and Bell. Art Photographers and Portait Painters, Photographers to her majesty the Queen".

Another great picture shows J.D.Crace's family. My grandfather is again in his sailor's suit although this is dated 18th August 1884. I think it's a souvenir of a family outing because the blurb on the back reads:

From
G Brown & Son's
Electric & Daylight Studio
Broad Street (near the Pier)
Deal

Electric Light
every evening at dusk till 9.30
these portraits are equal in every respect
to the best daylight work


But one of the most remarkable things I found was a postcard sent to my grandfather. It's dated 7 August 1914. On the back is written one sentence, in red ink:

I am off with the Expeditionary Force tomorrow
Goodbye
George Fletcher


When I read it I just thought - wow: The British Expeditionary Force. He must have been part of the very first British troops to go off to World War I. It'll all be over by Christmas they thought. And we all know they were wrong. Who was a he? A pupil of my grandfather's maybe? Did he come back? And why did my grandfather keep this card amongst his possesions for the rest of his life? Quite a mystery.

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