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My mother and grandfather on the small-gauge railway up to Mount Snowdon, in Wales, c. 1931. Scanned from a negative. The mustache worn by my grandfather was a common one even during WWII. It wasn't until after the war that people seem to have seen this as a "Hitler Mustache" instead of a common mustache that Hitler happened to favor. Grandfather still had the same mustache up until he died between VE Day and VJ Day. I haven't yet been able to identify the railway that this train belonged to. The one still in the business says it isn't theirs. View full size.
No. I don't think so. He was a Presbyterian minister (Church of Scotland) which one would think would make him rather dour. Far from it. He was, according to my mother, very funny and light-hearted.
Mom said he was always playing practical jokes and used to walk up and down the hallway on Sunday morning singing parodies of the scheduled hymns. It was hard for Mom because she sang in the choir and had a hard time not laughing because the parodies were running though her head.
He was probably simply posing that way for the camera. Mot too many of the family photos from the day have anyone smiling except my mother.
Grandpops has a sad, distant air, don't you think?
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