 My father's archive of photographs from the 1940s is uplifting and insightful, telling the story of a bygone era when the primary motivation of public sporting events was to feed the spirit and the soul, irrespective of financial reward.My father died on February 4, 2004 at Southmead Hospital, Bristol, having suffered from a surprise heart attack.He was the last of a generation who did not take medication - not even an aspirin - but relied on sport to keep him fit.