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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 0:00:35 GMT
Looking at some old photos I began to wonder how it was my Grandfather and my Grandmother (on my mother's side ...she died very suddenly in 1973) looked so fashionable circa 1929.. ...and yet so frumpy by 1949... (It's them again with my mum and my uncle peter at the right) I know my Grandfather was born in 1910...my Grandmother 1914...so they were only in their late thirties in the second photo...but they look much older. But my...how they looked so glamorous and so movie starrish in the first photo. Isn't life a buggeroo!
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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 0:03:37 GMT
I WANT A TIME MACHINE!!
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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 0:08:03 GMT
...and of course when the original photos were snapped, they had no idea that 70 years on they'd be being scrutinized by people online. Bless them!
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Post by trubble on Mar 4, 2009 0:38:35 GMT
Twenty years and children can be very wearing for a woman. I know I looked better when I was 19 despite how wonderful I look now. When I was 19 I didn't own a pair of pyjamas and now they are my favourite type of clothing.
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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 1:32:51 GMT
The contrast is incredible. To me by 1949 they both looked worn out. Life was harder then...perhaps not socially...but certainly in every other aspect. There was very little in the way of fun then...as the photo suggests...the 'idea' of fun was a weekend at the seaside.
Terrible that bastard Peter treated my mother like shite later on...and for what? A divorce.
She truly did love and care for him and saved him many times from beatings from my Grandfather. My mum has told me so many stories about those days.
Even Peter eventually admitted my mother was his saviour...his angel...
Yes. My Grandfather could be a very hard man indeed.
In the first photo I reckon the happy couple had something of an argument at that moment.
Fascinating.
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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 1:43:59 GMT
..and when my Grandmother died I remember. Even though I was only six at the time. It was a Sunday in March 1973. My grandmother died at about 4.30am...she had fallen out of bed and lay dying as Grandfather tried to revive her (the official version) I remember being awoken by a terrible commotion downstairs. We were living on an RAF base...Wattisham to be precise. My Mother was sobbing in the arms of an RAF police officer. I mean really sobbing her heart out.
I stood in pyjamas looking on...wondering what had happened. Knowing that something terrible had happened. That someone had died.
The RAF policeman picked me up and took me into the dining room. I remember it fully. 'Hello young man...your Grandma's died this morning...that's why your mum is crying. OK?'
I didn't cry. I actually felt like laughing. (coping mechanism?) No emotion. Not until later that morning when my biological father arrived and took me upstairs. 'You have to be more of a man now Christopher...no more silly games...your Mum needs you...'
A coward's way of saying goodbye to his responsibilities.
And he left us.
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Mar 4, 2009 13:41:20 GMT
Twenty years and children can be very wearing for a woman. I know I looked better when I was 19 despite how wonderful I look now. When I was 19 I didn't own a pair of pyjamas and now they are my favourite type of clothing. Do you were those dinky little socks with them? Women in traditional pyjamas are right sexy so they are. AH
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Post by chrislord on Mar 4, 2009 13:51:24 GMT
I want to join your Yahoo group Alph...Women In Pyjamas.
;D
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on Mar 4, 2009 14:06:00 GMT
Don't forget to sign up for "ankle chain hotties" either. ;D
AH
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Post by stephan on Mar 4, 2009 16:05:53 GMT
Well Parsley think about the times before and after WW2-OK there was the great slump but by the late 20`s things were looking up for the well heeled at least.
around 1949 there was still rationing and austerity
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Post by everso on Mar 6, 2009 1:39:33 GMT
Looking at some old photos I began to wonder how it was my Grandfather and my Grandmother (on my mother's side ...she died very suddenly in 1973) looked so fashionable circa 1929.. ...and yet so frumpy by 1949... (It's them again with my mum and my uncle peter at the right) I know my Grandfather was born in 1910...my Grandmother 1914...so they were only in their late thirties in the second photo...but they look much older. But my...how they looked so glamorous and so movie starrish in the first photo. Isn't life a buggeroo! It always makes me smile when I look at my old photos taken during the 1940s and 1950s of beach holidays. The women all wore dresses and the men all wore collars and ties and carried a sports jacket. People used to want to look smart at the seaside. I can't think there will be many people in 50 years time looking at photos taken of trips to the seaside in 2009 and saying "Ah, didn't they look great!"
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