Me, in my sun hat and little knitted swimsuit, in 1938. I would be about three and a half there.
Tobogganing in the winter of 1939/40. Very cold winter, I am told!
Me and my sister on the beach at Cromer in September 1939. War was declared while we were there, by a policeman cycling along, ringing a bell! We were late taking out holiday that year, as I had had measles and put paid to plans for a June holiday! Funny time to go on holiday, though!
My sister, myself and a friend at London Zoo, 1942 I am not too sure what my parents were thinking of, taking us to London in wartime, but there we were, scoffing ice creams, which we bought in those solid rectangular blocks. Sometimes with a wafer either side. Do you remember them?
By the time I was 13, in 1947, I was very self-conscious about having my photo taken, and was not much good as a model any longer! We are back at Cromer - but we never went anywhaere else!
Racing forward to 1970, my daughter, nephew and niece at their Granny's house. Sadly, Nick died four years ago.
Go to the link above to see other historic photos!
6 comments:
Oh gosh, how fun! You were just the cutest little munchkin. Isn't it just so enjoyable to go way back? Yes, it is!
Yes I remember eating a slice of ice cream cut from a block sandwiched between wafers. Very squidgy!
I remember the ice cream wafers too. Much better than the cones. Nothing came wrapped up then.
Great collection of snaps; I wonder whether people looking at them would recognise it was you.
Wow, what amazing pictures!
And I just figured out what you meant by "war was declared"...at first, I thought that you and your sister had a sand castle war once the bobby rang his bell.
P.S. We have ice cream sandwiches over here. I remember liking them when I was a kid. The picture up top is just what we would get.
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Beautiful series of photos.
These are staggeringly lovely photos: echoes from generation to generation. It always saddens me when I come across photos of beloved friends and family members who are no longer with us. It gets worse with time, and I wish I had the answer to not feeling melancholy after the fact.
Sigh...life...
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