I haven't done a Friday Photo Flashback for some time, but remembered about it tonight and thought I would share this photograph of my paternal grandparents.
When my gran left school she worked in the jute mills of Dundee. My grandpa left school at 12 because his father was killed by a bale of jute in the docks, and he started working for his uncle who was a butcher. Eventually, he had earned enough to buy a side of beef to sell himself. The story goes that he couldn't afford the transport so carried it all the way from the market to the shop on the 'Hill Town'. Anyone who knows Dundee will know that this is a steep and long hill, very aptly named. Eventually, he had his own shop and he and my gran worked in it all through the war. They bought their own home on the outskirts of the town with fields and farms behind them, and was able to stop working in the shop. My gran was the 'upwardly mobile' one for whom appearances were very important, my grandpa was a quiet and reliable man who worked hard to make her dreams come true.
This photo would be on one of their 'runs' on a Sunday, when they went out to local beauty spots in the car, that symbol of all they had achieved!