I wrote in I Think I Prefer the Tinned Variety: The Diary of a Petty Officer in the Fleet Air Arm during World War II about my dad's papers:
"I knew that this was a collection of photographs and postcards that my dad had stuck in the book accompanied by captions in his tiny, precise handwriting. Folded into the book were lots of pages torn from an old diary for 1944 and several sheets of notepaper covered in that same spidery handwriting."
To illustrate what his handwriting was like here's the page in his diary where he wrote about the fruits that had become available and includes the quote that gave rise to the title of the book.
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| Sample of the diary pages that were part of Norman Buckle's record of his WWII experiences. |