Hidden away for many years in my father's black box was a collection of black and white photographs with many of the faces of people I do not know. Some with smiles, but most with expressions that induce a desire to move through the image's surface as if encouraged to get in the photo with them. Who are these people? Why is this moment in time and space captured? What is their connection to my father that they are stored protected for many years. Is there, if any relationship to me? All these questions revolve in my thoughts. With my local community in the planning stages of celebrating our centenary including a book, I find myself again looking at those faces. Are they the people who have walked the localities I have? Are they the labourers who have built structures not only for their use but for those of their future the now current residents?
With a little research, some locals have recognised their parents and grand parents, while a few other faces are yet to be named. All gathered, we think for a sports workday in or around the 1917-1930's.
With a little research, some locals have recognised their parents and grand parents, while a few other faces are yet to be named. All gathered, we think for a sports workday in or around the 1917-1930's.
