Regrettably, we lost track of dear old Dad somewhere along the line, but that’s another story. This one is about a young constable, not even finished training at RCMP headquarters in Regina. Probably 1940. I like to think that Dad is the least scary looking one. That’s him, on the right.
I found this in an album while looking for something else. A previously unknown “Helen Andersen” has been discovered and I was researching it. Constable Bob, above, was Helen’s first husband and my father.
More about the found artwork, later.