But I digress. During his life my father gathered a remarkable amount of memorabilia: photographs, cuttings, programmes, letters, it's all there. He even left an incomplete set of memoirs that have proved a fascinating source of memories, infarmation, and anecdotes for me. It has long been my intention to do something useful with all this, but what to do? - that was the problem. The amount of information always seemed too vast, the amount of organisation required too insurmountable, that I ended up doing virtually nothing.
And then I had the idea of putting stuff into a blog. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about the structure myself, at least for the time being. While it wouldn't quite have the diary structure that many blogs do, I would at least be able to get some of this down.
So here we are. This blog will contain snippets about my father, about the people he worked with, and about a theatrical world that is long gone. There won't be much in the way of order, but what there will be, hopefully, are a lot of good stories, a lot of nice pictures, and some interesting information for anyone interested in British theatre history. It's going to be fun, so I hope that you'll join me.
One last thing: let's put some dates on this, just to place it in historical context. My father was born in 1891, and died in 1980. His first part on the professional stage was when he was 4, anad he spent his childhood years working portable theatres and stocks with his parents and brother and sister. He retired from the stage in 1958. In all that time, I don't think he was out of work for more than six months: as I said, he worked in a theatrical world that has all but disappeared today!