This is my dearest uncle Fred Emerson, photographed at Gilfach Goch in 1970.
The building in the background is the derelict 'Six Bells' pub. It was referred to as the 'Three Bells' by author Richard Llewellyn in his book about valley life in the late 1800's.
The book was called 'How Green Was My Valley'.
My uncle Fred was like a father to me when I was a child. In fact I went through my life thinking of him like a father, wondering if that was what being a real father was like, because I never knew my real one.
When I was young, he bought War Bonds for me. He built a shed in our garden, which became a haven. A hiding place from the world on bad days.
He built a sled for the snowy winters. I repayed his kindness in later years by giving him 'pocket money', out of site of his wife, my Aunt Ruby.
When He died I was broken hearted.
For my exhibition I set this picture to a poem by Dylan Thomas called 'ELEGY'