I have always preferred to be an indian.
How about you?
It must be after the war because aunty Cate is there. She was born after grandad was released as a prisoner of war in Italy.
from left to right: uncle Michael, aunty Margaret, grandad, aunty Cate, gran, uncle Peter. The only one missing is my mum – she was older and was probably at work…or maybe taking the photo.
Note especially the lovely cardigan gran is wearing and Peter’s fair-isle vest, both made undoubtedly, by gran.
O’Brien sister number one is my mum, Patricia looking pretty foxy in her tuck stitch sweater, stirrup pants and swivel chair.
Next comes Aunty Margaret aka Bridget (not sure why).
Both these photographs were taken by my dad, Pat Sharp – judging by Margaret’s eyebrows – in about 1963.
There is a third sister, Catherine, younger than Mum by 20 years. Cate, I don’t have a picture of you!
Those girls are hell-on wheels when they get together. You might as well sit back and enjoy the show, because you are not going to get a word in edgeways.