This may be a repetition of another copy of this shot, elsewhere on this site. Can’t be helped. It’s so evocative. Blame me and the less-than-systematic organisation of this ‘scrap-book-like-site’.
The last summer of peace before ‘Thirty-one years of war’ (1914-1945) by which time, I (Phil) was alive, and the world was a darker place, having experienced the horrors of all that went with those two World Wars. This page created 21.3.17.
Left to Right: Grandma Lizzie, Grandpa William (WGRA), Nora Emma Rose Archer (my Aunty Nora); Arthur William Archer (my Uncle Arthur, first-born of that family; and Frederick George Blake Archer (my father), aged 7-going-on 8 (on 11.9.1913). All looking suitably (and nicely) posed by the beach-photographer.
William Archer was working for his wife’s adoptive father-in-law, George Blake, in Little Clarendon Street, Oxford, (or that site’s predecessor for George Blake), as (eventually, and perhaps already so in 1913) manager of the house-furnishing shop and business, having joined it in 1902, not long after his return from the Netherlands where he had worked for six years for his mother’s Uncle Albert Edwin Reid in the paper-making industry.