Dominic Rivron (see my blog list) put a photograph of himself in his twenties on his blog and suggested a meme - that we should post an old photograph of ourselves and write two hundred words in the present tense about it. Patteran has already posted a photograph of himself as a youth -fascinating read there. So here is mine:-
I am posing for a studio portrait in my new dress. My sister bought the dress for me; it is blue with a tiny embroidered daisy in the front and I love it - particularly because it has blue matching knickers and you will see I am carefully showing a bit of knicker so that everyone can see that the dress has accessories! My hair has been freshly washed and is very shiny and I seem totally preoccupied with my pose.
I am certainly totally unaware of the gathering storm clouds of the Second World War - Chamberlain, Appeasement, Munich, Troop Movements - all these are unknown to me. My parents have done a good job at keeping upbeat when I am around and my beloved brother, soon to be sent to France, is still at home.
School is the only thing other than my appearance that fills my head, for I am soon to start at the village school. I have already been for half a day and have met Miss Smith, who will be my teacher. I am much taken with the dolls' house and the rocking horse and I love the big, open fire with the nursery fireguard. Miss Smith tells me that in Winter if my gloves and socks get wet on the way to school I can take them off and poke them into one of the holes in the fireguard so that they can get dry and warm again. I like that idea.
My friend, Janet, is starting on the same day and I am going to call for her on my way. I can already read a lot of words so I shall be able to help her with her reading (yes, I am afraid I was one of those little busy-body girls that every infant class has!). I am sure I shall like school, but if I don't I can always come home again (I did - at playtime - and was taken back with a flea in my ear).
A month later my brother went to France with what I think was called the British Expeditionary Force - was later at Dunkirk - was at the relief of Belsen - survived the war and came home to a heroes welcome. He had carried a photograph of me in his pocket throughout the war. I have it still, tattered and battered but intact (rather like him). He died in 1986.