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BW_C035_24This is a long way from the best photo in the collection, although the fact that my dad is in it means it’s not his fault.
It’s also the only photo I have of my mum and dad on their wedding day – and today would have been their 50th wedding anniversary.


70s Wedding

These two are from a wedding in February 1975. You’d be able to guess when it’s from just by looking at it, wouldn’t you?

Auntie Susan’s Wedding

The wedding of my Auntie Susan (a title by which she *never* goes) to Peter in February 1972 – which means their 40th anniversary must be coming up soon!

And also a bit of a rarity – a photo of all four of us! Not all in focus, and not all looking at the camera, but it exists!

Drunk and disorderly

Back in this post, I mentioned someone getting drunk at their sister’s wedding – Mother at her sister’s wedding in October 1966.
The bride.

A proper working class party – a keg of beer, and a bottle of Dubonnet for the ladies.

The is Mother at the wrong end of presumably a few Dubonnets – her getting very drunk at her younger sister’s wedding is a well-told story in the family.

What’s particularly ironic about her inability to stand up is this picture of The Brother, taken earlier in the day.
This is actually him standing up on his own for the first time.
I happened to mention at lunch today that I was sorting out photos of this wedding (my aunt is coming to lunch tomorrow), and Mother asked if there was a shot of The Brother standing up, mentioning the significance of it – which I hadn’t realised. The Brother commented on the irony of him standing up and her not being able to…


March 1963, and what I suppose is a tolerably important landmark in several people’s lives – including me.
“Do you, John Cristopher Hendy, take…”
Yep, the parents got married. I’ve never seen any wedding photos, and there are only a few from what appears to be a very small reception at the Green Man pub near Silverstone. I imagine this is because my father was otherwise occupied on the day.
The Green Man is/was a long time favoured haunt of racing drivers for decades. Now, a racing driver’s pub near Silverstone – I wonder how that managed to get chosen for the reception? It’s got a modern Premier Inn tacked onto it now, although it burned down just before the British Grand Prix this summer.
Mother, on her wedding day…
This is probably a unique photo – my father’s mother and my mother’s father. He was proper Northampton shoe industry working-class. She wasn’t.

The rest of my mother’s family – twin brother, mother and younger sister (referred to, I believe as “post-war”). Family legend has it that she had a glass of red wine in one hand and a glass of white in the other, and was sipping alternately from each.
Someone did apparently get very drunk at their sister’s wedding, but it was actually older sister at younger sister’s wedding. That’s not until 1966, which means I’ve got another 50 films to go before I get to it.