This is my grand father, Grandmother, mother and aunts and uncle in the ’20s. The photo was taken in Liverpool (my place of birth).
He was a stevedore in the Liverpool docks after being gassed in the 1st WW, my grandmother shown here was his nurse in 1916-17, and they married (I believe) in 1918. He was an Irish Roman Catholic working man and she was a Scottish Presbyterian lady from the Manor (Lord, I’ll bet that was an interesting marriage).
He was the most intelligent man I ever knew. Taught me the value of Education and how to poach. He was the man who gave me my love of Nature, and taught me you only killed to eat. My GM died before I was born.