What fun this was - an hour talking to my youngest brother (he is 13 years younger than me) Stephen in Melbourne, Australia.
It was strange as hard to recognise even a brother after almost 50 years.
Emotional too, as when Stephen was 11 years old we brought him down to London, from Liverpool (my childhood city) for a while because our Mother was recovering from surgery, our Father had memory loss and was found wandering in Manchester quite some miles away and our Grandmother had broken her leg.
We were living among a Jewish community in North West London in a bed sitting room at the time and our Jewish friends were so kind to us. They took Stephen into their Jewish school and were very generous towards him.
I was the Akela of their Cub Pack at the time.
Stephen photographed by my nephew as we connect on
Face time. Apparently it was 45degrees there.
Stephen here as an 8 year old at my wedding, along with my 2 other younger brothers. Kenneth on the left also went to live in Australia and I did not see him either and he died 28 years ago.
I'm in touch with 1 of his sons through Facebook.
Kenneth on the left and Geoffrey on the right (who lives in this country) both developed Muscular Dystrophy.
The connection with Stephen a couple of weeks ago was arranged by my nephew, his eldest son, who I have recently connected with through Facebook.
My found that my brother Stephen had 3 sons and a daughter so that is 3 nephews and a niece for me.
From that family alone I have 5 great nieces and 6 great nephews.
(To the right of the photo is our Mother)
I certainly have a much larger family in Australia than over here!