For convoluted reasons I ended up with my father's huge collection of black and white negatives, taken during the late 'Forties, throughout the 'Fifties and into the early 'Sixties. Most of the images I'd never seen before. They stirred a whole range of feelings in me and so I used them to make what came to be a 'Memory Wall'. In our 2011 open house ( I invited visitors to allow themselves to have their own memories stirred by the rather random, eclectic, well-shot or weirdly-composed and sometimes deteriorated images from a rapidly further-retreating past. An entire wall on our landing was plastered with the prints because I wanted to create something unmissable, maybe overwhelming. I provided glosses for the curious: some people wanted only to look, others liked the detail they gave. I was heartened and inspired by the responses the work received.