A bow in my hair
Hand on a dolls house
Neat little socks
Feet so small like a mouse
And look at the dress
Such a pretty puff sleeve
Curls in the hair
Can I really believe
A trip to the photographer
A clean shiny face
Mum scrubbed it so well
Of dirt was no trace
I was not very happy
I wanted to play
The dolls house an ornament
To brighten up the day
Now there is no mum
Dad joined her in the fold
My hair is now grey
I have become quite old
But the memories are there
of that day long ago
When mum dressed me up
And in my hair put a bow
Such a wonderful keepsake!
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The photo is probably at least 70 years old.
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A trip to the photographer was a big deal in those pre selfie days.
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I think eveyone in the East End as a kid went to Griffiths in Bow for their photo. My cousins, twin boys, also have their photo, but they had a car and not a doll’s house. They are both now a year younger than me.
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Beautiful!
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A memory from the past
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This is lovely. ❤ I got a little "misty" reading it. I guess we were all once scrubbed and dressed in puffed sleeved dresses, our mom's pride and joy, and photos were black and white.
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And although so many years ago, I can still remember it.
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This was beautiful. Lovely photo.
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Thanks
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This is such a cute photo. I had those little puff-sleeve dresses, too. Such a step back in time…..
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A very big step
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