And now you can get an idea of how much washing up there must have been! Because this is a coloured photo, I had it tucked into a different folder, and only realised a few moments ago, it had to have been taken on the same occasion as the black and white shot I posted yesterday.
As usual with such family gatherings, there were always 'cliques' that formed, who 'did their own thing'.
|And Girls of All Ages!|
Mum and Dad's kitchen may have been small, but the large living room in these pictures more than made up for it. This bay window was level with the treetops of the park which spread its beauty before us on the opposite side of the road.
As it was dark outside (I think that could be the moon in the top left frame?) my earlier guess at late summer has to be wrong, it must have been well into Autumn, but I can pinpoint the year as 1967, for I had a bump which would eventually emerge as No.1 daughter on the first day of December!
This explains why I am sitting with my feet in a bowl of water, under the table, prior to some kind soul cutting my toenails which were becoming increasingly beyond my reach. What else are families for?!
The coloured photo shows you my bearded brother in the back row, who for once got in front of a camera instead of behind, and the clicking finger in this case was supplied by the wiper-upper of yesterday. My Dad, as a chef, was busy feeding other mouths elsewhere, and wouldn't have been able to join us until about nine o'clock. A long journey on ferry and bus would finally deliver him home from Gosport at the end of his shift in the Officer's Mess at St George's Barracks. What a trouper- though never a trooper!