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Life in pieces
Stories from the myriad jobs I've worked throughout my teens and twenties.
The musings of a Londoner, now living in Norfolk
Travel snapshots from Toonsarah
Amateur writer, decent mother, so-so girlfriend, professional coffee drinker and happily unsatisfied searcher of more.
Writing is my religion and words are my gods
thoughts about life from below the surface
Bereavement single parent dad
Great post. A picture full of fun
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Thanks. I love that pic.
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I LOVE everything about this photo! The expressions on the children’s faces, the way the breeze moved the second child’s hair, the hay and the old wheelbarrow that must’ve traveled miles in its day, the way the clothes on one line are being blown by the wind and the ones on the other are perfectly still, the saddle oxford and the plaid pants,the buildings in the background. It brings back cherished memories of spending Thanksgivings at Grandpa’s farm with my cousins.
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You’d probably enjoy more of the back story. Mother and the mother of these little girls both had an infant in arms when this was made. Christine, mother’s friend was already pregnant again and had a fourth girl, giving her four in four years. Christine was hilarious. I loved it when she came to visit. Her youngest always toddled over and opened the oven door, looking for a cold biscuit. Those six girls were friends all through childhood.
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Love it!
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I remember clothes lines. Is this a Brownie snap Linda?
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How did you know. That camera went all over the South Pacific with my dad during World War II. My parents used it till they got an instamatic in the ‘60s.
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My Grandparents had one. They were big fans of the Brownie.
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Your Mom is a fine example of the fact that hard work won’t hurt you. Tell her hi from me!
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Hurry up Daddy and give us a push!
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The little girl in back is my second youngest sister. There is another seventeen months younger. Did you notice the wash on the line? Mother had laundry on those lines every sunny day. On wet days, it hung on lines on the screened in back porch.
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Brings back so many memories of my own childhood.
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They were having a good day. My sisters played with the two little girls in front for years. My sister was the one in back. There was a baby girl seventeen months younger.
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My sister and I looked the same way back in those days.
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