I had another email from New Zealand this morning and then a 25 minute phone call this evening. I still seems strange to be discussing family tree with someone that I didn’t even know existed 1 month ago. During the conversation, we were discussing some photos that he had found, and it soon became obvious that we were looking at photos of my father and my mother with my cousins taken at my aunt and uncles house in 1965. I soon found the same photos in an album here. It was really weird to be looking at the same photos from 1965 as someone the other side of the world. At the moment, we don’t know who was in contact to be sending the photos to New Zealand.