I hope your week has got off to a cracking start. Its Easter holidays for the kids – where is this year going? I think time is speeding up!
I mentioned a few blogs ago how we've been having a big sort through. We don't tend to keep much clutter but we've been sorting out old toys which belonged to the kids from when they were young (we have boxes of Power Rangers and Ninja Turtles heading off to the charity shop and off to my nephew!)
During our sort through I came across an old photo (above), I think it was taken in 1936, of my Granddad when he was in his prime playing rugby for England! It's something I'm so proud of. This is the prematch photo at Twickenham just before a game against Scotland. Grandad (or Grampy as we would call him as kids) is the tallest player standing at the back.
He played for England a number of times while juggling his role as school chaplain in Bristol! Sadly he passed away in the early nineties. He was a wonderful character and everyone who met him warmed to him immediately.
So, did the talent of rugby continue in the Brook family? Well my Dad played a little for his university (Dad at university is a separate blog altogether!) Then as a child I enrolled with a team… I'll be honest, I lasted a week! I've since introduced tennis to the family which I play, but I take time out with Dad to watch a spot of rugby!
My other claim to fame, and this is really cool, is that a great great (not sure how many greats) Granddad of mine was a sheriff in Texas!
Take care and see you soon,