Managed to get up to Norfolk, last week, where apparently a fair few of my genes are from. The pictures of John Platford, an ancestor who worked on the Holkham estate in the north of the county. Its a lovely bit of the world and they have a little museum on the estate, but I felt a bit irked at helping support the aristos (who still live there) by buying their beers and scones.
A productive evening with my daughter; took her to swimming class, got a little tree, and printed my Christmas cards. She’s loving Christmas in London. Now it just needs to snow.
On wet evenings, I like scouring ebay for the odd letterpress bargain. I bought a lot of advertising blocks, from an old sporting goods shop in Iowa; and they arrived this week. When I proofed them I noticed the golfball block had 1 King on it.
Strangely my grandfather was a big-time golfer back in the day, called Sam King; I don’t think it would be too much of a stretch to imagine it might be associated with him? This is a photo of him from the National Portrait Gallery in London (by Bassano), and one of a number of cigarette cards I’ve seen of him- pretty cool, eh?
Sadly this was all before being a golfer, meant big money – so no family fortune. When I told my brother about the block, he requested this print.
Shes normally a bit of a devil, but actually seemed interested (well for a bit)- and the end result was a bit rough.
Even if its not letterpress, I hope she finds some worthwhile interests as she grows up. Dreading the day when she comes home and asks for a ‘Bratz’ doll or lipgloss.