Some more of my old shots. Hardly historic but they ain’t gettin’ any newer.
I have a lot more to come.
I’m spending all my time doing the magazine for our reunion in October. Crumbs, it looks like being my magazine. I’m writing and illustrating like crazy. I’ve written 40 pages on my own experiences in the past 50 years, and now I’ve added another 20 pages on Life at the Hut, with photos. Plus I’ve still got all my old school reports, exam certificates so I’m scanning them and putting them in. Plus old references with historic signatures, and even a letter I wrote to home in January 1966.
I don’t know how people are going to feel about this. It’s all about me, but what else can I do? I want to make it an interesting magazine but no-one else is contributing anything! I’ve only had 16 responses to our call for life stories (out of 103 who have responded to our email invitations), and all of them, ALL of them, are only about half a page and one photo, some not even that.
I feel as if I’m in a running race and find myself way out in front. I look back over my shoulder and see a few people walking slowly behind and I’m saying “Come on, where are you?” I don’t know what to do.
I think I’m going to say bugger it, I’m doing the work, if I want to put it in I will. I’m going to make another appeal, but I’ve already said “send me lots of material – there is no limit to what I can take”. But I’m not getting anything. Too bad.