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1931 A few weeks old, with my mother & her father Frank Knight. He could not have been happy when she married a Barnett. He was respectable, a Clerk of Works, no less. The Barnetts had a reputation as brawlers who, when they could not find anyone else to fight, would fight amongst themselves. My father was the white sheep of the family in that he chose not to fight - most of the time. |