Monday, 5 September 2016

Black and White

Meeting up with cousins on Saturday brought back lots of memories of their visits to our house when we were all much younger. Our Dad was a builder so we had a builders yard for a back garden, heaps of sand, piles of bricks, sheds full of  bits and pieces but if we played there we were always in the way. Luckily our Dad built us a play-shed. It was about 8 feet square with a proper sized door and window, kitted out with a table with cut down legs and some stools and a large dolls cot. The kitchen was a plank of wood balanced across an old wooden clothes horse. We spent hours playing in it, I wonder if my cousins remember. I hoped to find a photo of the shed but only found this one of me and my sister with the corner of our play-shed behind us. Funny that it was never a play-house always a shed.
Matching dresses.......good grief! What was our mum thinking of. It's 1964 and I'm 9 and my sister 5 years old in this photo. I can quite clearly remember wearing these dresses on holiday and a small child shouting "Look Mummy.....Twins!" Oh the embarrassment we suffered in our youth!

Lacking pictures of us and our cousins playing at home, I only have these...... All 4 of us on holiday at Scratby on the Norfolk coast in 1961. I'm back left with my sister in front and our cousins A back right with S in front.
( I'm not even sure if Scratby still exists, it may well have been washed into the sea sometime in the last 55 years................55 Years!, where did they go for goodness sake?)


Here we are again visiting our Dad's and their Mother's Aunts house in Nacton on the outskirts of Ipswich in 1968. (I'm back right aged 13 and wearing my trendy mock suede jacket). Visiting Great Aunts and Uncles was a regular Sunday afternoon thing back then. Always extremely Boring...........put me off visiting for life!

Happy days lived in black and white.


Back in a trice.
Sue


18 comments:

  1. My mother dressed my sister and I in matching dresses. She is 3 and a half years older than I. For my sins I did it with my girls on occasion too. Usually when I had lots of wool or fabric of a particular colour/type.

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  2. I had no intention of ever dressing my boys alike but my eldest was so taken with the idea of having a little brother that he insisted on some matching outfits ..... have you ever tried to dress a one year old like a seven year old!! Luckily my Nana set to and knitted them matching jumpers and helped me immensely :-)

    I love your old black and white photos, and unlike you I used to really enjoy visiting family on Sundays. It was nice when Sunday was a real family day instead of the busiest shopping day of the week.

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  3. Oh, I love looking at old photos. But you make me feel so ancient, Sue! I was married in 1964 when you were nine! I am an only child, so there was no chance of me having a similarly-dressed-sibling (thank goodness.) However, I hold up my hands and say "guilty, as charged!" as sometimes I bought the same clothes for our two sons and there is almost four years between them in age! I just didn't consider that the older one mightn't have liked being dressed like his younger brother, I just thought they looked nice, but obviously I should've thought a bit more about it! I didn't do it all the time, but occasionally.
    Margaret P

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  4. I remember having a dress very similar to the one in the first photograph, if I remember correctly, it was green and white.
    Hazel

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    1. I swear I had that dress too! Might it have been from a catalogue? We had Marshall Ward catalogue, as I recall!

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  5. My eldest girls were often dressed alike as was my sister and me and now I notice the grandchildren are often dressed alike, Sundays were boring as a child we were not allowed out to play it was not the done thing to be bothering people on a sunday, we had to play quietly never in our rooms they were for sleeping in :-)

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  6. Luckily, as my sister was twenty two years older than me there was never any chance of us being dressed alike - but I was always borrowing her clothes once I got old enough.

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  7. Oh gawd I used to hate being dragged around by Grandad to visit the relatives....especially Great Aunty Nelly who's house smelt of pickled onions and pee....yuck....ooooh and Great Grandma Barber who had long white hair and a wart on her chin.
    We never had a playhouse at home but there was what we called The Little House tacked on the end of Grandads shed. When we visited all the deck chairs and stuff were emptied out so we could play in there but I didn't like it.....too many spiders me....lol-x-

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  8. I remember those marathon visiting sessions every ruddy weekend too. We would have to take a bus then walk miles to get to our grandparents house in Penny Lane Liverpool. Occasionally we would get the 2 bus route which dropped us closer but cost more! We had a playhouse in the old air raid shelter out in the yard and we played there for hours.

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  9. I do have lots of colour pictures of myself and my brother, but Do remember matching colours of hand-Made clothing as well... Time sure flies by - any News on Colin coming home?

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  10. I have a boy and a girl so never dressed alike. I did send my three yr old son to pre school in a pair of his sister's rose strewn panties due to a laundry crisis. He needed some help in the bathroom from the teacher,who thought it was hilarious. As far as I know it hasn't scarred him for life.

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  11. Scratby most certainly still exists and has changed very little. My brother was down there on holiday with our cousins in probably the same year as you. I wanted to go too but my mother would not allow it - me being 4 years younger than him - and I only went for a day and then had to leave him to stay the week.

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  12. I remember in the 60's my mum let me choose the fabric for a new dress. I was so excited when I came home from school and she said she'd finished it. She showed it to me and I was thrilled, and then she said 'and look, there was enough material left to make your sister a matching dress'!! Ugh, I was totally deflated and disappointed, I was 13 and my sister was 7! That's something that has always stuck with me and when I see girls with a substantial age difference wearing matching outfits I always think of that and wonder if the older girl felt the way I did. Scarred for life,lol!!!

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  13. Reading all these comments, I'm glad I was an only girl! My three older brothers were never dressed the same. I remember being incredulous that I had to wear a skirt on a non-school day because my ONE pair of jeans were in the wash, while my brothers all had two pairs. Poor Mum, all thoughts of girliness must have been squashed!

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  14. I have been known to dress eldest daughter and myself the same....I made the dresses! Hangs head in shame. x

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  15. Yes, I was married in 1961, had my twins in 1964, and had 5 children by 1969!
    And I never dressed my twins alike, except when relatives bought them identical outfits. In fact even with those, they often ended up wearing them on different days. Because they were (and obviously are still) identical, they were less likely to be mixed up when dressed differently.
    And (better late than never) I too like scratchy towels!

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    1. Because I made their clothes, often the twins would have the same dress pattern made up in different fabrics, or, the same fabric in two different styles, depending on what bargains I'd got from my favourite little fabric shop!

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