I have done this recently at the house of Mrs Chili
when it was Off the rails; on the edge...
but I will profit from this opportunity to rewrite my memoirs and try and sound less unstable ...
Never dull; but what happened when?
just brain damaged by excess.
Inspired by Ms Mac and Meggie, who have shown us evocative old photos from time to time, I decided to stumble up to the attic, banging my head on the usual beam and through the stars and birds flying cartoon-like round my head I fell literally upon a box of treasure. Mmm I thought, be sparing, find just a couple of photos which are representative of an era. But it isn’t so easy is it? I opened the photo album and the memories jostled each other and poured out like commuters at Kings Cross during the rush hour.
My heart broke for the little girl standing next to her glamorous mother, feeling ugly and being told to smile…and refusing.
The shy teenager cuddling her poodle in the suburban garden, wearing her fashionable one piece swimming suit with the sponge bra cups that collapsed when anything pressed against them. Told to drink a pint of milk a day because she had “lucky legs” (lucky they didn’t snap because she was too thin!) And who persuaded her that wooden framed glasses were a good idea?
And the 14 year old with her gloves and handbag in the car park, looking about 104 years old.
How on earth did anyone survive a childhood in the fifties? No wonder we all embraced the sixties with such enthusiasm when it arrived.
I suppose this could transform itself into photo meme if I could bother to formulate the rules. Let’s leave it relaxed and informal then. Just let me know if you post some photos of your formative years …
Rather than tag anyone with the 6 word memoir, anyone who hasn't done one yet might wish to shock me and themselves with the summing up of their own lives in my comments. Go on you know you want to...
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