Saturday, 15 October 2011

Old And Battle Scarred?

I'm talking about the photo, although probably I would now fit into that category, if I'm honest. However, this is another of my Bro's 'Candid Camera' shots which has survived the rigours of its trip to New Zealand, and its immersion in his flooded basement at some point. It's badly discoloured and spotted, but I've gently touched up the faces, so that my daughter and I don't look as though we have some kind of white measles.

I was searching for a suitable picture for Sepia Saturday this morning, and happened upon this relic before looking at the subject they'd chosen. Imagine my surprise when I discovered I'd actually chosen a compatible theme - sort of. 'Wars, cooking, chairs or fires', were the subjects on offer.

Fires I can discount totally - the one in Mum and Dad's sitting room would be behind you, as you look at the screen! But how's this for the rest?
  • I was born in the war.
  • There's a high chair  and a piano stool in view.
  • What looks like remains of a Christmas Pudding sit on a dish in the foreground, in the shambolic aftermath of some large family gathering.
The cards and presents on the top of the piano suggest the Festive Season.The year has to have been 1968, when daughter was just one year old (bless!) and still tiny enough to wear a matinée jacket she'd had since birth!

On the tray of the highchair, that striped, fluffy thing was Wol, without whom we never went anywhere. He was made from strips of sheepskin glued onto a roll of corrugated cardboard, and had a dear little owl face with two large beady glass eyes and a cheeky expression, if only you could have seen it in this photo.

You will understand the colours are totally false when I tell you, at that age, daughter's hair was the brightest of bright copper - like a new penny- while mine was never more than mouse...

25 comments:

Little Nell said...

Just a few years later and that could have been me and my daughter - without the white measles of course. What is that impels us to take pictures of ourselves and others eating or being fed? I have a dozen or so like this. It’s a perfect snapshot in time moment though.

jabblog said...

Very sweet - my, how times have changed.

Maggie May said...

Loved that picture.
As I was born in the war too, I can easily relate to that photo.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

CiCi said...

This is a really nice picture, Jinksy. Wow, what fun memories this picture inspires.

mary said...

Mother and baby look so much alike! And I too wish we could see more of 'Roll'. Such a sweet concept, did it survive?

Jinksy said...

Mary - You mean WOL? Yes, he survived for many a year, but was finally loved to death, and all that remained of him was a furry face, and a roll of cardboard! I would have kept the face, but my daughter is not a keeper of sentimental stuff, so alas, he is no more. He was named after the owl in A A Milne's Christopher Robin stories - you know, the clever bird who wrote his name WOL? But maybe you weren't a Pooh and Piglet fan! :)

Carolina said...

Wol is Dutch for wool. So it is a very fitting name for an owlface with a sheepskin body ;-)

Bob Scotney said...

I can't work out what the pink 'thing' is on the right - another toy? It's too big for a tea cosy I think. Spots or not a photo to treasure.

Jinksy said...

Bob- It's a doll with a pink knitted dress, coat and hat - it belonged to my little niece, as did the high chair!

North County Film Club said...

Such a cute photo. Love how you fit it into the theme.
Nancy Javier
Ladies of the grove

North County Film Club said...

When I first looked at the photo I thought it was a beautiful Mary Cassatt painting. I'm going to see if I can find a picture of the one I'm thinking of and will send it to you.
Barbara

Howard said...

Beautiful picture. The damage to the photograph adds to the charm.

Christine H. said...

I agree with Howard. I'm also glad you pointed out the toys, so I could identify WOL.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh such a lovely photo and memory. Sigh. These old photos sure tug at the heartstrings, dont they?

The Weaver of Grass said...

Shiny mouse though surely, Pen!

Unknown said...

Great job tying into the theme and the story of the photo's journey makes it even more precious.

I'm an Eeyore fan myself and couldn't resist looking for a conversation between the two.

"Eeyore," said Owl, "Christopher Robin is giving a party."
"Very interesting," said Eeyore. "I suppose they will be sending me down the odd bits which got trodden on. Kind and Thoughtful. Not at all, don't mention it."

Quote from www.winnie-pooh.org

Doctor FTSE said...

Such a lovely photo. The wee soul could be thinking "I can feed myself, thank you, Mum!"
(Our elder daughter was just 3 weeks old at the time, so she was our Christmas present.)

Jinksy said...

As was my daughter in 1967, Doc!

Brett Payne said...

I knew who WOL was named after immediately, even before reading the bit about the "dear little owl face." I too grew up with Christopher Robin - perhaps it was very popular in my father's generation - I think the copy we had used to be his as a young lad.

karen S. said...

oh the times they are for sure a changing! Great post! It's always sweet seeing a child being fed!

Poetry24 said...

Every small child should have a 'Wol'. Lovely post.

Susannah said...

What a lovely photo! and you haven't changed a bit, except for your now lovely silver hair of course. :-) x

Sheila @ A Postcard a Day said...

And your daughter had one of those lovely bowls with rabbits running around it. I tried and tried to find one for my new granddaughter, but no luck. Everything is now Disney.

Sheila said...

such touching memories you share here. thanks for the glimpse into those one of those special moments that we so often forget about (ie. the day-to-day ones like feeding our babies :)

Bruno Laliberté said...

you now need to find a decent picture of Wol!!
:)~
HUGZ