Mama

The first big picture is of a 1912 garden party, in the prosperous years before the Great War, World War One. Damage to the foto reached the tall beautiful lady in the middle. An enlargement is shown of Laura, my mothers mother. I never met my grand-mothers.
Of two studio fotos of my Grand-parents, the one, he is in uniform, was taken when he was on leave. He was sent three times to France despite being nearly killed in the face by a sniper bullet, a lasting mark, I never knew was unnatural. I came across this note on my mothers remarks, by accident:
Mother (his wife, Laura) would say: Your father is having one of his turns. They came on, if he was upset, so the rule was to keep things away from him, that upset him. They daren't tell him of [Squeers-like school-mistress] Miss Wells cruelty, for instance, for fear of what he might do to her. He was liable to screaming, of which there was much in the trenches during battle.
Grandad never showed such symptoms to myself, so he was different to what I knew of him.