Basically all LRS kit of SEI Grandpa's Attic kit: papers, ribbons, brads, buttons and rhinestone blue brads - not much left of it now! Only non grandpa's attic things are the MM rub-ons, journaling fonts and the scrapworks photo corners.
This is a LO of 2 of my grandma's brothers. In the end the journaling was all from my dad as he got carried away and thought he was doing his memoirs and it got complicated if I tried to write it from an impartial voice, i.e. me... So it's all his words (in the stream of conscious thought style) the rest is me!
Oh and the pages do join together perfectly there is no charcoal line between them in RL, it's just this whole stitching business was a bit difficult.
So Ken's journaling:
"Kenneth is the third youngest child I think. He was born in Manchester, spending his whole life there, except for the war years when he joined the Royal Electrical Mechanical Engineers as a teenager.
He worked as a postman, and did marvellous impressions of the Penguin from Batman. He was always joking about.
He married Lily and they had five children: Kenneth, Brendan, Janet, Malcolm and Brenda
Grandma Wood lived in a pre-war semi-detached at 16 McConnel Road, Moston, Manchester. She and Grandpa Wood had bought this in the interwar years; the front garden was well kept, but the rear garden was overgrown, with lilac trees to the very rear, where Mark and I climbed until we were told off by neighbours ("She's a real nosey parker" said my Grandma), and a collapsed Anderson shelter in the centre.
There was a continuous lounge/dining room along the house with a radiogram at one end, and a century's supply of 78s with such gems as "There'll be bluebirds over…", and Bing Crosby's masterpiece "Pistol Packing Mama". Mark and I did Lancaster bomber impressions to "Coming in on a wing and a prayer…". On the windows were the remains of anti-shatter tape. In general on entering the house you felt like you were back in the Battle of Britain."
"Eric was the third eldest surviving child. He annoyed my mother no end as a child, going so far as to wantonly smash the head of her china doll. He put the cat in the oven and was chased across the gardens by angry neighbours for nicking apples.
He came to Wakefield a few times as a boy and was Auntie Millie's favourite as he was full of charm. He was also very popular at other residences around Wakefield, going round to visit various ladies of advancing age and receiving half a crown a go for talking nicely to them.
He was a frequent recipient of the end of my grandpa's strap, but it didn't seem to deter him.
One was never clear exactly what Uncle Eric did for a living. He ran an ice-cream business and drove a big lorry, which he once parked behind Warren Cottage dropping in for fish and chips on Wednesday lunchtime much to my mother's non-amusement.
He had lost his teeth sometime in the sixties and he counteracted Uncle Kenneth's penguin walks by pulling out his dentures and eating an apple with his gums.
I'm not exactly sure what Eric did during the war, but he wasn't able to join the forces because of problems with his kidneys. He and David were the great sportsmen of the family, both being talented footballers and cricket players. David was evacuated with Pat. He was very sporty and died in his twenties of pneumonia after insisting he could go for a night out on the town in spite of being unwell. His death was a great blow to everyone."