Stories of our families are like blossoms. Some are beautiful stories full of life. Others are not so beautiful, like spent blossoms. Some are just buds as we try to find more information about them. Other stories may be like the loose stones under the tree-not related to the family at all.
Grandfather Armitstead's photo album was the usual old family album-lots of lovely photos but no names and no places or dates. He came from Lancashire to Australia in 1911 on the SS Medic arriving in Sydney on 5th February.
I really like this photo but have been unable to identify her. Is she from the UK or is she an Australian friend? I guess I will never know.
Grandfather's sister was Flo but it doesn't look like her writing that I have on postcards from her.
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