Such nostalgia Don. I love looking at old photographs. Is this one genuinely members of your family? How lovely if it is, otherwise a lovely glimpse of days gone by. Your poem fits so well anyway.
Yes that is my Mum, she was born 1902 and looks to be in her early teens on this. My grandfather was not a photographer himself but left us with loads of photos which look professional. I suspect this was done as part of an advert for the business.
Photography has moved on by leaps and bounds but the quality of these old photos takes some beating. It was just so expensive and time consuming in those days.
Photography has moved on by leaps and bounds but most photos now are on a device or a sim card, these go wrong or get lost, and in 50 years time are we going to have any photographic record of events and people and pets and holidays? I've got albums full of photos of holidays and family trips and places I've been, until about 8 or so years ago when I was given a digital camera (yes I was one of the last to still be using film I think!) and since then I have no photos of holidays or family or my sheep.
Please keep posting your supposedly random stuff. Maybe it's not all lung stuff but it's so important. It brightens our day, lifts our spirits, and takes our mind off things for a while. All of which is important to a good frame of mind and better health. (Chocolate does the same but it makes me fat whereas your rhymes and photos don't)
I used slide film for about fifty years and had thousands of family photos until quite recently I scanned them all on to my desktop and got rid of the projector and screen. I've made a number of copies onto memory sticks, but you are right, my old photos of grandparents will probably outlast the ones I've taken.
You are right, the photo looks so professional, Have you any others you would like to share with us? As I said I love looking at old photos and learning about social history.
I have but I don't think this is the place to display them. People come here for a purpose and I already stretch that to the limit with my other stuff. I'll pop one in every now and then. 😉
He was my maternal granddad who died before I was born. He was quite a character, I have another similar photo with him holding the horse and looks to be about five foot and not much more. I think I must take after him, my other granddad died when I was 4 or 5 so I didn't know much of him either. I seem to be making up for both of them! 😂
Good lateral thinking Master Po we like that,but Mr B has confirmed today that he counted them out and he counted them back in and all are present and accounted for. x
Morning to you Mr.D and how wonderful to see the "old times", full of nostalgia as RoadRunner44 has said. Also its great to learn a little about the lives our grandparents lived and it must have been quite an attraction to see Dobbin the horse,your uncle as a young boy and am i right in saying, the young girl is your mother ?
I love all photos that go back at least 1 or 2 generations - i like to spot all the differences from those bygone years annd what we'd see in their place today. Thank you . So interesting.😍
Yes that's my Mum alright. Some years after that photo was taken when Dobbin died, granddad bought a Rudge motorcycle with a box sidecar which my mother did the deliveries on. I'm told that she was the first lady motorcyclist in town which brought much publicity for the business. I have a photo of her on that too.
Now you can't dangle a carot in front of a squirrel, you get my drift? So lets see your Mum as the first lady Rudge motorcycle rider in the town .. ......oh it must've seemed so brave of her and i can imagine small crowds of people gathering together to see your Mum on her Rudge. A very canny woman who got lots of attention for the business. 😍
In the late 40s and 50s my father kept a shovel and bucket in the car ( needed for his job) if he saw horse droppings he would stop the car to collect it. Such memories you bring back D on. Also he tells the tale of borrowing his uncles horse and car in the 30s. The horse stopped at every pub they passed and would not move until he had had some beer!,
What a lovely photo, Don and so interesting for you to have it and know your family history. It reminded me of mine. My grandad had a milk and coal business in the village in County Durham where they lived and he delivered the coal on a horse and cart. My grandmother used to drive 5 miles to Darlington Market on Monday’s in a pony and trap. When I was a little girl we lived with her and she was going on the bus by then. She used to bring me back a penny (that’s 1d) bar of Cadbury’s chocolate every week. What a treat.
Love your poem and photo Don. Keep posting and cheering us all up xx
How wonderful to have a piece of your own family history in a real touchable photo. I hope the details are on the back so that future viewers will know who's who. I do wonder what future generations will do when all they have is memory sticks, you can't really sit round sharing them. I have biscuit tins full of photos going back to my mums childhood. Please put up the picture of your mum on her motorbike, I'm sure we'd all like to see such a forward thinking, daring woman,especially as she gave us such a wonderful person to cheer us all with his rhymes and memories. 👏☺️
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