It's Freckles.

Today would have been my grandad’s 82nd birthday.
He wasn’t your typical sweet, doting grandpa, in fact he was ex-Royal Navy and wouldn’t let you eat with your elbows on the table. He was born in ‘29 and so was too young to be enlisted during WW2, but he lied about his age and joined as soon as he could. -This was back when tobacco and rum were still part of the daily rations for all seamen, so it probably sounded like a good deal, but the truth was, he couldn’t even swim and was terrified of going overboard.

Nan and Grandad before they married. They must have been about 21.

And while he was mostly a crusty old goat, I did learn some valuable lessons from him, like proper table etiquette and how and why to put things away when you were done with them (no wonder we grew up in chaos. How was this a lesson my grandpa had to teach me?). 
And on my last trip home before he died, he also gave me these. His vintage pin-up cards from when he was in the Navy.

     

     

     

     

     

     
     
They’re not very racy, and they’re grimy from years of use and sloppily printed, but I think they’re beautiful, and I love them.  

     
     Even the backs are pretty.

Happy Birthday, Grandad!