My dad, on the right.
What I’m really curious about from this time period though, is identity of the man (man-sitting) beside my father. Family lore says he is a Libyan royal or an important personage of some kind. With both my parents gone, there is no one left for us kids to ask. As happens so often with children, we don’t always listen all that closely to the stories our parents tell. By the time we’re interested, it’s often too late. While my dad loved to talk, and surely must have shared these details, I don’t remember them. I wish I’d taken notes!
If the image strikes a chord with you, or you have a suggestion as to how to find out his identity, please give me a holler in the comment sections.
Now a few more pix from those black and white days!
Me and my da da (England, 1956)
I loved this wartime portrait of my dashing dad so much, I asked him to make a copy for me.
I don’t usually ask this but I would love for you to share this post to help me learn the identity of the man sitting on the couch with my father, in Tripoli, Libya.
My dad, Edward Good (no middle name) was born in 1915 in Preston, Lancashire, UK. He was fluent in five languages. In addition to Arabic—and English, of course—he spoke French, Spanish and Italian, all self-taught. He served in WWII, was stationed in the middle east, married our mother Enid M. Good (nee Hayden) in England, in 1947ish. After leaving Tripoli, we lived in Turkey, again with my father working for the American miliary, before moving to Canada in the early 1960’s. He would have been in his mid-forties when the photo at the top of the page was taken in the mid-1950’s. The man sitting next to him looks to be somewhere in that same age range.
Any information is welcome. Thanks!
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