Posts Tagged ‘father’

When a child is born

August 28, 2014

The birth of a grandchild gives an excuse for looking back as well as forward so today I’ll be unashamedly nostalgic and comment on changes.

We’ll start with the youngest photo we have of me.

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I’m already over four months old and was clearly practising my royal wave. New granddaughter is now just over a fortnight old and more photos of her have been taken than were probably taken of me throughout my childhood. This isn’t to be wondered at for changes in technology have meant it costs just about nil to take dozens of photos so you may as well take 100 in the hope of a good one.

But of course, as compared with the late 1940s when I first saw the light of day, people (most of them) now have much more disposable income and there is much more to dispose of it on.

New granddaughter has a self-rocking swing, a Moses basket on rockers, a pram/pushchair etc. etc. – and that’s the norm. My bed in that photo appears to be an old washing basket although this might have been a temporary affair for a photo session.

New granddaughter is lucky enough to have a big brother. I had a big brother and sister and here we are on the same day.

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Garden furniture? No, of course not! That wonderful Lloyd Loom chair was one of our house chairs, carried out for the occasion. These days people have lavish garden furniture, purpose made.

But despite a paucity of equipment and all things for babies, I had the most wonderful childhood. I had a dad who loved me.

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And a mum who doted on me.

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That remains the most important thing and I’m pleased to say new granddaughter certainly has doting and loving parents.

Tower Bridge

October 13, 2013

Yes, I like bridges. But this isn’t the real thing. It’s a model. The model was notionally made by my brother, but I rather imagine my dad had a lot to do with it. It was made of Meccano and the year was 1954.

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That’s my brother with the model and he certainly looks proud of it so he must have felt well involved in the making.

The scene was our dining room and I feel I should just say ‘room’ for the front room was rarely used. The dining room had the kitchen range in it so it was warm. Lighting the front room fire was for special occasions only. It looks to me as though the cupboard behind my brother has greenery on it. It must have been at Christmas time. The model was on our table – a tiny affair on which the bridge hardly fitted. My dad had covered the table with lino at that time. Later it got ‘new’ Formica on it and still later it reverted to a wood finish. It still exists in that form.

The bridge was a working model rather than an aesthetically pleasing one. One might say that summed up Dad who did appreciate things for aesthetic reasons, but that tended to be a secondary consideration. The phrase, ‘like father, like son’ comes to mind there.

As a child I never got on with Meccano. Fine motor control was never my forte and I found those nuts and bolts far too fiddling and small. As an adult it presented no problems to me but back in those early 1950s, my efforts with the stuff were limited to say the least.

But the photo brings back happy memories of a brother who died far too young and a father, also deceased.