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My Family 

from the past

"They make us who we are today"

My  Grateful Thanks to Paul Davis, David Small and Gordon Reynolds

 for some of the photos on this and other pages

A bit distressed but worth a look, taken about 1920

My Father Frank Biswell with his sisters, I think that standing on the left at the back is Aunty Win and next to her is Aunty Rhoda, sitting at the front is Aunty Doris or Aunty Gwen?, and the baby there, I don't know, it could be Aunty Marge

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Aunty Rhoda on the left and Aunty Win on the right we don't know who the lady in the center is, do you?

Thanks to Trudy a lady in the USA who enhanced this photo for me, her web site is http://pages.videotron.com/trudy/ 

Standing at the Back Left to Right Shelia Braund, My Mother Maura Biswell nee Dowling, Aunty Rhoda, Tony Reynolds, My father Frank Biswell, Aunty Gwen Aunty Win. Front row right to left Nina, Gordon Reynolds, and Sheila's little sister Anne. There is a pair of small feet in between Gordon and Nina, I wonder who that is? the lady at the front we don't know nor the boy on the far left

My Grandmother, Annie Pipkin

Gran and Granddad Biswell

Aunty Mill, Millicent Biswell

Thanks to Trudy a lady in the USA who enhanced this photo for me, her web site is http://pages.videotron.com/trudy/

 Stanley G Biswell.

 Private

2nd Bn. Grenadier Guards

Aged 21

Killed in Action WW1  06/07/1917

Son of George and Mary Jane Biswell, of 6, Elmbrook Cottages, Frederick St., Waddesdon, Aylesbury, Bucks.

Sidney George Biswell

Henry James Pipkin. Private

3rd Bn. Grenadier Guards

A George Biswell with his sons

Cyril Biswell on the right with his friends

Cyril was my fathers only brother

and was the eldest of their large family, he left no issue

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Walter married Hetty Ireland

He is the son of Matilda Castle and Thomas Biswell

Waddesdon football team

My grandfather Harry Biswell is seated on the right

 

Caroline Taylor

My Great-Grandmother

William Brackley

Married Alfred Small

Why worry about tomorrow,
And the rising of the sun.
Or anguish over past mistakes,
That cannot be undone?

Why waste life's precious moments,
On things that bruise the heart;
When today is ours to fashion,
Into a work of art?

Today comes but once, my friend,
It never returns.
So use it wisely while you can.
There is a lesson you may learn.