Photo Critique I like pictures that have a story to tell, and this one has three. The first concerns my father, Corporal Sid Wade, a somewhat reluctant soldier. In truth, he hated the army. So when, in 1943, he was transported to Sierra Leone in West Africa, an area that rejoiced under the epithet of ‘The White Man’s Grave’, I’m pretty sure that he wasn’t jumping for joy.
On his return to England in 1945, he rarely spoke about his time in Africa. But when he died, I discovered a scrapbook he had assembled while there. It contained paintings, drawings, newsletters about people in the regiment, documents and government pamphlets, programmes for amateur dramatics performances the soldiers had organised... and more than 100 photographs.
Incongruous
Which brings me to the…
