The things you find from the past
I finally made it up to my mum’s place. It has to be almost 3 years since I was here last. I think it is the longest gap between visits.
It is always fun hanging out with my mum. I do have to admit that I have been rather lazy and haven’t really wanted to go and take photos. It seems to be an aftereffect for me from the last two years. I’m sure I will get back to it. I like taking photos closer to home.
While I’ve been here I have taken some photos, but mostly in my mum’s backyard. She always has some interesting flowers to photograph. It is the wrong time of the year really, but some things are flowering.
One thing we did was go looking in her shed for things I could maybe use for still life. There are so many things in there, but I think I might bring up my studio stuff and photograph them here. Might be a lot easier.
But look what I found in the shed.
It is my old doll’s pram from when I was a child. I don’t really know why she has kept it all these years, but I did enjoy seeing it again.
The hood for it ended up ripped and broken. We were never able to replace it, so it has stayed like that.
The pram and I went all over the place. In one place we lived there was a little wooden bridge right next to our house. I would walk over it with my pram and pretend there was a troll under it.
It was a different time for children back then. I only had three dolls whereas my daughters had so many. I don’t have any of the dolls that were put into the pram. One was lost in an underwater tank thanks to my brother. We didn’t have a lot of toys. I think that was pretty typical of most kids back then. We did treasure the ones we had. My pram was a special toy for me. Did you have anything special?
Because I’m at my mum’s I said do you have any photos of me with the pram and she found this.
My mum thinks I was about 4 or 5 in this photo. I was very dressed up to go somewhere. I loved those shoes that I have on there. They were black patent leather ones and I was only allowed to wear them on special occasions. They were my “good” shoes. I do remember sneaking them into my school bag once so I could wear them at school. I don’t know if I got into trouble.
Seriously though, look at how short that dress was.
It was lovely seeing something from a time before things went to hell with my father. It was a time of innocence as the cliche goes. I suppose it is back to modern-day reality now, but it is nice to look back from time to time and remember those days.