My my I know what you’re saying “please no no no mooore, getting bored now, get over it, who are these people anyway?” but I’m not listening 😉 This is the last of the very old ones and then possibly it’s onto the hideous hairstyle of moi and non fashionable dressing (if you thought the button up cardi and skirt was a shocker) be afraid…be very afraid..
Now I know what you’re all thinking…why is she in overalls ….obviously mum only dressed me up for special ‘doos’.
then again I am playing with a toy car.. but how cute am I??? Huh Huh??? No… seriously
My Grandparents on their Wedding Day…doesn’t everyone look happy….
Can any words describe the feelings that I have when I see this photo? This would have to be my favourite. My Pop when he was but a baby boy.
I adore this photo, to others who see it, it’s just another photo from ramblings or (‘mumsy’ as I am now affectionately known.) I just want to pick him up and give him the biggest cuddle and tell him it will all be alright.
To me it’s a picture of a sad little boy in the war years whose parents didn’t want him, who was given away to others to be looked after, but who treated him cruelly. A young little boy who looks so lost.
A young boy whose pockets where sewn up so he couldn’t keep warm in the bitterly cold months of a European Winter. A young innocent boy who was made to sit at the top of the stairs whilst the ‘other family – his stepmother being one’ sat and ate at the table with the rest of the family downstairs.
A boy who was encouraged at school because he had such a brilliant mind and when the Principal approached his family to urge that they send him to University, they didn’t want to waste their money.
My favourite photo because though there is sadness in his face, later on in his life he fought adversities and became a happy. caring man and a loving devoted father.
Now can you see any likeness? Perhaps the baby round cheeks..or perhaps the ears?
I just wish that my Pop was able to smile in his photo as I did…..
My Grandparents were English. The below is my Grandparents wedding day, I never got to meet my Grandfather. I was fortunate to meet my Grandmother when I was in England (when I was 18) but she sadly passed away whilst I was over there. I love the dresses and the stoic look on their faces. Obviously ‘one’ didn’t smile for the camera in those days.
then they did
I don’t have many photos of me as a child. Brother 1st born stole the limelight…no kidding he did..no I am kidding. When mum and dad came out to Australia they didn’t own a camera so a friend of theirs took most of the photos of him.. by the time I came along 2 years later, the friend had moved ..and well they still didn’t have a camera.. yes whose a little tubby – and pick me in the torn photo…