Two images. One taken more than 70 years before the other, but closely linked.
The first is of a group of boys at an Aberdeen Grammar School Cadets summer camp in 1943, somewhere in Scotland.
The boy on the front row, smiling, with another boy’s hands on his shoulders, is my Dad.
He had been sent with his younger brother Bill to board in Aberdeen whilst his Mother was busy running the family business in Peterhead. His Father was serving overseas.
The second image is his Grandson, Harry (on the left) from today’s local paper. Proud of his fantastic and well earned exam results – six highers all at ‘A’.
Both seem to be glowing, bolstered by the confidence that comes with knowing that they have the support and encouragement of their whole family.
My Dad would have been 85 today. He would have been over the moon for Harry.
And quietly, he’d again be reassured that the family’s future is in good hands.