This little lad was photographed with my brand new camera. The negative was one of those destroyed in an accident. This picture is made from a scanned print.
The picture was taken at number 1 Avon Terrace and I only lived a few doors away. I can remember walking down the street with my new camera dangling around my neck. I can still smell the leather in the brown camera case.
The camera was loaded with its first roll of film.
The shutter was cocked and as I approached the house at the beginning of the street this little lad came forward on to the door-step.
I turned towards him, took a picture, struggled to wind on the film. Before I remembered how to cock the shutter, he turned and vanished into the dark depths of the house. This picture was taken about 1958.
All my inquiries so far have drawn a blank about his identity. The only information obtained is that his father possibly worked in Wattstown Colliery and the family rented the 'front' room of this house as their dwelling.
This little boy might have been one of several children.
I can't remember why we didn't know the family well. I think perhaps that they had only been living at 1 Avon Terrace for a short time.