Yes, it's that time of the week again. When we all go to our dusty shoeboxes and search for something relevant to the theme. Or at least as close to relevant as we can.
I once again return to that cold November crossing of the North Atlantic of 1956.
And again we return to the deck of the Queen Elizabeth.
And again. . . my brother.
I, at the young age of 18 months, was not proving, I guess, to be very photogenic.
But the photo does have a great monument to all immigrants to this great land.
My dad and brother, 1956, with that great lady in the back ground.
Sepia Saturday 220