It is Father's Day here in the UK, we have not done much. Colin celebrated by doing chores in his own Dad's house for most of yesterday and part of today... and also by showing what a great Dad he is by sorting out the double puncture Jordan got less than a mile form home before we had even got out of bed!
But with the prompt as well it has been a bit of a Nostalgia day for me.... and you know how I love a bit of 'how it was, way back when...' My Dad died when I was only 8 and half years old so my memories are few and quite hazy really, though made vivid by the number of times I have recounted them and by my Mother's own translation of how Dad was, and remains, in my mind as a consequence.
(No thoughts of my dad are ever not followed by the satisfaction that he and my Mum loved each other so much that little money, a simple existence and a cantankerous father-in-law living with you could diminish..)
My cousin Neil met me at his own Dad's funeral about 10 years ago. We were both in our late 40's and Neil observed that when my Dad died at 47 ('our age') he seemed old then, but there we were almost 40 years later at his own dad's funeral, my dad's best friend, and we didn't feel anywhere as old as we thought my Dad had been.
Do you ever feel the age you are?
Do you get stuck in an 'age' and is that dependent on the life chances and changes you have? I for sure log most events in my life as before or after the prime dates in my life : 1969 Dad died, 1973 we moved to Mousehole, 1992 Zac was born, 1997 we moved to our current home with all our family, 2008 Mum died.
So.. to my Past Times offering for the week:
A wedding (or two) of the past
|Mum & Dad 1946|
|Joe & Leo Warren|
Cars of yesteryear
We didn't have a car in our family until my brother had one when I was about 8. I think it was like this one.. >>>
My Uncle was the family 'driver' and would do the honours if anyone needed to go anywhere. He was a mechanic and always had a car with leather seats, but certainly not a new one. It would squeak as you drove along and the indicators were orange wing lights which came out between the doors!
It was about 15 miles to the nearest town, a bus journey of almost an hour so you had to be content where you lived. But we were, we didn't know anything else. that's why today we all want more, because we know about it and we 'can'
Toys & hobbies
|Banana Box cooker|
I had a plastic cooking set and tea set and would play for hours with a few rings drawn on top and the door on the side.
Clothes we had to wear
|Pinafore & pretty blouse|
had been for Ken's wedding
Just about whatever we got given..
..usually something Mum may have bought at a jumble at school, sometimes it came from the girls up the road and had been donated!
If we had new it was for best and probably too big at first, then once it fitted or got too small it was for every day and you finally loved it!
You can see knitted jumpers and short second hand bits in all these pics.. sometimes I got boys things.. and shoes.. as in the 60's somehow they seemed much harder wearing!
How towns change
I have really enjoyed looking at some of those Ghost pages you get on facebook, especially the ones from D-Day where they ghost old images in the context of the new.
I especially wanted to share this old footage of fishing life in Mousehole in the 1940's.
Thought it might be interesting. My step-dad would have been in his 20's then and a local fisherman whilst many men went away to war, fishermen did not have to as they were part of the home front war effort.
This is a cravat I have in my drawer which Mum gave me, it belonged to my Dad and I think it would look just fine if I wore it now.
May even try it tomorrow..might look good with a navy dress?
A new picture vintage-d
23 years on.. mine and Colin's wedding, pictures at the Minack Theatre which doesn't seem to change .. ever!
Doesn't feel vintage to me ;-)