hi gang do you have any hoiliday memories you want to share
this photo was taken i think 1970 at skegness .notice we are alsitting on a childrens entertainer dressed as a golly . in a seperate childrens room from our parents so they could have a good time with out the kids .
How well I remember our summers in Scotland when I was a child. There were no Summers. The cold wet Spring eased itself self around the months. It's arrival at mid August heralded no change. A dreary cold wet Autumn eased itself past yet another green Christmas to merge seamlessly into another cold wet Spring.
Yet mid July found the family and grandmother taking the ferry to Brodick, Isle of Arran for our Summer Holiday. What do you do when at the seaside on your summer holidays. Grandmother knew and no amount of collective protests dissuaded her from driving the two of us out to swim. My big brother had somehow adroitly disappeared. Off we went, shivering as if we had already been immersed in the cold waters of the Firth of Clyde. Our towels spread over our shoulders and the ends grasped to our bosoms gave little warmth. The Scotch Mist had gathered enough enthusiasm to become a dreary drizzle. Before we reached the diving platform on the rocks our towels were soaked through and dribbling there surplus down our backs.
We stood for a long time on the diving board and looked through the clear water to the sandy bottom. It was the nearest we got to a sandy beach that year. It wasn't the beauty of the bottom and its covering of crystal clear water we contemplated. It was the wroth of grandmother. For long minutes as our goose bumps grew little goosebumps and then turned a disagreeable bluish off white, we considered. No amount of grandmother's scathing wroth could be worse than immersion in the Firth of Clyde, Summer Holiday or no.
OH YES!!! Me, my brother and sister, and our two boy cousins were always taken on holiday together, usually to the beach.
Me and Peter were like twins, naughty twins, always up to mischief, we did everything together. The best photo I may have still have, not sure, is of me and him naked running in the sea and on a surfboard. Him at the front of course because he was a BOY. I was a bit older, I should have been on the front!!! Sheesh
sounds just how Billy Connely described his summer holidays in his knitted wool swimming trunks,standing for a photo in various shades of blue .Happy days.
so your one of 3 i was in away because theres 11 yrs between me and my youngest bro,
we always went to skegness or great yarmouth ,once we went to wales
it wasnt very friendly place didnt like outsiders .
i have a very distant memory of going to blackpool and seeing the lights on a bus or a tram ,i can remember my aunty jean and her friends riding the donkeys thats not allowed any more , mind the size of most people today wouldnt be fare. i was very young only about 4/5 happy days
heres another holiday photo taken about 71
Peter was my cousin and we close in age. Still is my cousin of course but I haven't seen him for years.
We were taken to Blackpool, the seven of us and my second cousin Robert, Peter's cousin. We went in the Dr Who exhibition and saw real monsters from the series. A Dalek was moving and saying 'Exterminate!'
I had a crush on Robert and was singing 'When will I see you again' The Three Degrees when we got home!
What gorgeous photos!
I hasten to add I wasn't singing it to him, only on my own, I liked to sing.
yeah a few good memories before it all blew up .
are the sweet pain of hearts, that are full of there first crush
remember it well.was it really so long ago
.i always wanted a man like my great uncle tom , someone kind and fun i thought him very handsome to but i never found one .like him .
heres an early photo of my great uncle .i think he was going for the clark gable look , theres one somewhere of him in uniform marrying his second wife [his first died in child birth] broke his heart .i dont know if you know but if you press on the photo you get a bigger piccture.
the song i remember getting into my head when i was dumped and the guy married someone eles was yvone ellerman it should have been me .
below if you press on it you will see a photo of my grt uncle toms first wedding to the women he adored you can see that by his face ,how many men are smiling on there wedding photos .
that was in 1937 , in 1941 she died giving birth along with there baby
it broke a big man , he lost his way and married on rebound and was never happy again ,except for the birth of his 2 sons ,
his wife was horriable she do nothing all day but lye on the sofa eating chocolates complaining of headaches ,
tom worked hard as a postman after the war , and came home to washing dirty nappies and house cleaning.
it was him who brought the boys birthday and christmas presents and wrapped them .
i think death was a blessed release for him in 79 hopefuly i hope he met up with his first true love again and his mum
. sometimes life confuses me . tom was just 3 when his mum died and he had only a few yrs with his first wife before she died
and he was such a lovely person .and suffered so much i hope his in a much happier place now.
it is sad how as adults we grow away from our cousins. Of course nothing as desperately violent as the Wars of the Cousins. It was dubbed the Wars of the Roses by a Scotsman, Sir Walter Scott.
Wow handsome, a bit Errol Flynn as well as Clarke Gable!
I truly believe I'll meet my grandma again when I die! And other friends and relatives of course but she was like my mum in my first years as I told you when my mum was too busy for me, and I still sense her very strongly.
It's like she hasn't really left and she's still watching over me. A bond like we had can never be broken, that's just my feelings and belief on it.
Hang on to those good memories! I hang on to my good early memories and sometimes when I'm really down they lift me up and I remember that I'm still that little girl inside. It's a good feeling! I remember to love myself.
i want to believe that really do but theres that little nagging doubt in my head that all this is made up so that we arent afraid of death.
i know i know but it the Aspergers logic fighting with belief its really hard to trust in anything or any body .
i think my grandparents are still here because sometimes i find myself saying stuff or singing something that my grandparents did for no apparent reason just that its just popped into my head.
check me out at age 2 in mayla i think i must have wanted to be sandy shaw i never liked my shoes on . i see an old soul in that face dont know about you .
i try hun but they hurt because i miss being happy.
There's a photo of me as a baby with the almost identical expression on my face! Yes I think I'm an old soul.
Silly to say I just know because that won't help you. Or to write a boringly long essay about it.
So science, the amount of actual matter contained in our bodies is so miniscule so what are we made of?
the film with robbie williams what dreams may come tells it well .