This is the second part of My Memoirs. Here you see me at aged two years, on the beach in 1953. I think it is Freshwater Bay on the Isle of Wight.
If you missed the first part of My Memoirs, you can read it here.
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Of course I don’t remember the occasion, but I’ve heard enough stories about our visit to the Isle of Wight, over the years, that it is familiar to me, even in the telling.
We stayed in a caravan on a caravan park, which was nice because there were no doubt other families there, company for all of us. Apparently the bed that my dad slept in was too short for him and he had to put his feet in the small cupboard at the bottom. Sounds uncomfortable, doesn’t it.
This time period was not long after World War II ended so it was a time when people could relax a bit and maybe let their guard down. It was still a time of food rationing, which didn’t end till 1954. You can read more about food rationing in the United Kingdom here.
In my youthful state, I knew nothing about wars, food rationing or other hardships which my parents had just endured. I was on the beach, probably for the first time! and I was having a good time. My parents must have scrimped and saved to afford that holiday because they only had rented rooms to live in with a shared bathroom and kitchen down the corridor.
1953 was notable for many things, some of which I list below in chronological order:
Ian Fleming had just published his first James Bond novel, Casino Royale.
Winston Churchill received a Knighthood from the Queen.
The coronation of Queen Elizabeth took place at Westminster Abbey and
Laura Ashley sold her first printed fabrics.
No doubt I ate my way through a fair few clouds of candy-floss and at least half a dozen ice-creams.
You look like you’ve been eating a bit of dirt, too! Lovely picture, and your face hasn’t changed a bit, has it? I could tell it was you. I think. 🙂
I took another look at the picture and yes, you’re right, I am eating the sand! I obviously thought it was edible!!!
Gorgeous pic…
Terrific photo, a glimpse of a candid moment.(I sort of think it looks as if you were having a taste of the sand too!)
I’ve always wanted to see the Isle of Wight (especially after the Beatles mentioned it in a song). Maybe someday.
I think your memoir series is an excellent idea. I’m sort of doing the same thing; I’m recording a lot of my experiences and memories, so that people in the future (if they care at all) can read about them, I think it’s a good thing to do.
What a beautiful photo, Oma! 😀
lovely photo Oma, I think I still have my childhood ration-book up in the loft somewhere. Oh how the world has progressed since those childhood years..
Yes indeed. I can still remember going to the clinic so that my mum could buy me the rationed pure orange juice.
An inquisitively defiant look, sort of. Great natural photo. I was signing on in the RAF in Jan 1953.