03 Dec 2006 • 1,485 views
here is the final installment of this 3 day excursion through my photographic DNA
My dad baths me and feeds me. 1960
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of my dad's parents nor his grandparents etc etc
I think my dad was born in 1919 in Birmingham.
In these pictures he was still in the army, the Royal Artillery. These photos would be located in an army camp in Shropshire, England. He came out of the army sometime in the early 1960s.
My mum always told me that I'm named after my dad's 2 favourite thinkers, Bertrand RUSSELL and George Bernard SHAW. Though my mum's sister claimed recently that it was her who named me, after a favourite person of her's, Russ Conway. I tend to favour the first mythology, (though I will make a point of listening to a bit of Russ Conway one day).
Something I really really appreciate is the fact that I was never baptised. My parents always said that religion was a choice that I alone should be left to decide about.
In 2003, in "The future looks bright,"
the evolutionary scientist Richard Dawkins wrote .....
"A phrase like 'Catholic child' or 'Muslim child' should clang furious bells of protest in the mind.
Children are too young to know their religious opinions.
Just as you can't vote until you are 18, you should be free to choose your own cosmology and ethics without society's impertinent presumption that you will automatically inherit your parents'. We'd be aghast to be told of a Leninist child or a neo-conservative child or a Hayekian monetarist child. So isn't it a kind of child abuse to speak of a Catholic child or a Protestant child? Especially where such labels, handed down over generations, have divided neighbourhoods for centuries and can even amount to a death warrant?
Children should hear themselves described NOT as "Christian children" but as "children of Christian parents"
or as Mark Twain once put it.... "In religion and politics, people's beliefs and convictions are, in almost every case, gotten second-hand and without examination." etc etc
meanwhile, over on flickr is a one page, handwritten story, by my dad in the 1960s.
plus my dad features in a number of pages from my ongoing photo-webcomic THE INSURGENT, over on flickr. Including .........