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Allan O'Marra
I never knew either of my grandfathers: my paternal grandpa died in 1920, twenty-seven years before I was born; and my mother’s father passed away just before the end of the Second World War. Thus when I see pictures and hear stories of grandfathers, it engenders in me a special resonance of sadness and reverence, tinged with just a little envy. Here’s my tribute to grandpas in a selection of pictures and reflections on that special group of men.
