Dad died three years ago today. Here he is in 1960 with 8 week old Cissy and her brother.

Mum labelled the photo on the back ...

("Dad's hard afternoon")

Here we are in LA, on the porch of our house. Dad was at USC on a Fullbright scholarship.

Sydney 1963. And there's nothing like tickling fingers to induce hysteria in small children.
He was a great dad as dads go. And as dads go, he went. (Special 'dad joke' for Dad, who had many).