I almost wish photos were like the moving portraits in Harry Potter. The subjects being able to tell you the story behind the image.

Unfortunately, most of the people in the pictures I was looking at while delving into the family photo collection last week are long gone. Their stories lost with them too.

I know very little about my Nana Cox (the lady sitting middle right) apart from my own memories up until her death in 2003.

She’s the one where my love for Bovril on toast comes from. She gave us oranges with sugar to dip them in. She had that scratchy toilet paper with the spare roll hidden by a crocheted doll cover.

I knew she was involved in WW2 but never heard her stories. I never knew who she was before being Nana Cox. And I really wish I could go back in time to ask her all those questions I have when looking through her life in pictures.

I find it sad that those stories are lost. But I think worse is yet to come, when we realise in the future that digital images we had are lost to time too.

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