About Chris

Chris Ware was a soft spoken gentle man. He was born in 1900 in Kent and I met him in 1971 when I started work for the Keystone Press Agency. 

He had stories of travel around the world and around Europe where he knew many Royal Families and photographed most of them.

When he was 14 he had been given a Kodak camera by his mother. He took that camera out daily with him on the morning milk round that he had. As the horse drawn milk float moved through the woods near Biggin Hill in Kent the keen eyed 14-year-old photographer spotted that a bi plane from the newly formed air force had crashed in the woods.

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He approached the soldier who was on duty guarding the downed plane and asked if he could have permission to take a picture, ‘’Go on son’’ said the sentry and Chris photographed the broken bi plane. He sent the picture to the Daily Mirror and  according to Chris’s wonderful story the Mirror published the picture on the front page and promised that when he left school there would be job for him on the Daily Mirror.

I have never seen the page or the picture but Chris was such a gentleman one would feel guilty to even believe that he was not telling the truth.

About Chris

Chris Ware was a soft spoken gentle man. He was born in 1900 in Kent and I met him in 1971 when I started work for the Keystone Press Agency. 

He had stories of travel around the world and around Europe where he knew many Royal Families and photographed most of them.

When he was 14 he had been given a Kodak camera by his mother. He took that camera out daily with him on the morning milk round that he had. As the horse drawn milk float moved through the woods near Biggin Hill in Kent the keen eyed 14-year-old photographer spotted that a bi plane from the newly formed air force had crashed in the woods.

MORE...

He approached the soldier who was on duty guarding the downed plane and asked if he could have permission to take a picture, ‘’Go on son’’ said the sentry and Chris photographed the broken bi plane. He sent the picture to the Daily Mirror and  according to Chris’s wonderful story the Mirror published the picture on the front page and promised that when he left school there would be job for him on the Daily Mirror.

I have never seen the page or the picture but Chris was such a gentleman one would feel guilty to even believe that he was not telling the truth.

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