BLACK AND WHITE DAYS

BLACK AND WHITE DAYS When I think of my childhood back at home, I remember it mostly in monochrome. In the second world war, when times were austere, I don’t recall much colour there. Only nature provided the brightness we saw. (Mother Nature knew nothing of war) When I look at photographs of the day, They are black and white, with a touch of grey. But, although those dark days of war were a trial, For the camera, we somehow raised a smile.