This is one of those photos that I usually hide from human eyes. Mum and dad had the bright idea to take me to a professional photographer to have my photo taken. Photos were few and far between in those days, and you only took black and white photos with your Brownie box camera on holiday to remember that you were there.
Anyhow I was washed and scrubbed (mum always scrubbed my face until it was bright red and shiny) and dressed in whatever were my Sunday best at the time. The photographer put my hand on the doll’s house to make it artistic and the photo was done. Note the nice white shoes and the socks with the frilly edges. Do I see a pom pom on the back of the left sock? Mum had some strange ideas sometimes. And note the bow in my hair, mum had a thing for bows and I must have had a collection in all the colours of the rainbow to match whatever I was wearing.
The funny thing is that I believe all of my cousins and a few members of my school class had photos taken in the same studio. The dolls house changed into a train for boys of course, but it was the done thing in the East End of London to have your photo taken at Percy Griffiths studio in Bow. He even altered the trimming at the bottom of the wall now and again.
So the miracle is that this 5-6 year old grew up and is today 71 years old and still going strong. Another miracle being that I have been blogging for at least 10 years. Although I often do not feel like prompting daily, I do it, as today, but I always seem to have something to say.
Today’s miracle is that I have now compiled my Christmas shopping list – not for gifts, but for food. It is on my iCloud on my iPhone shared by Mr. iSwiss. Tomorrow morning we will attack the supermarket and battle our way through the masses to ensure that we do not starve over the Christmas Holidays.
And that is all I have to say, I have to collect my strength to perform my shopping miracles tomorrow. I will be back with a few more miracles later.