Sunday, December 03, 2006

Picture gallery - heyday

Thanks for your birthday greeting Lillie. The actual day (last Wednesday) turned out to be rather miserable, as November days often do, and produced nothing worth writing about. So I have decided to cheer myself up with some of my favourite 'snaps' from the past, which mark the passage of the years.

This was taken standing in a field on my cousins' farm in Clee St Margaret, Shropshire, when I was 24. I think it was around then that I first plucked up courage to wear trousers, and I am quite surprised to realise that we apparently had jeans around in those days. The belt I am wearing is a typical schoolboy's belt - elasticated with and S-shaped snake clasp in front.


Feeding the pigeons in St Mark's Square in Venice in 1954. I had recently gone to live in Switzerland to work for the World Health Organisation, and this was one of the first holidays I took with three friends, travelling by train from Geneva. It was only a long weekend, and I never got to ride in a gondola. I am still hoping to get back there and make that good.

The skis are my friend's, not mine! I was far too frightened of hurting myself to be any good at skiing, and soon gave up. But it was so easy to get to the resorts from Geneva that I went with my friends anyway to enjoy the sun and snow. This was in Oberlech in Austria in 1955.

And this is at one of the lakeside beaches on the edge of Geneva. The Vespa is mine, the first vehicle I ever had, and I loved it. I have never enjoyed driving a car as much as I did buzzing around the place on my two fat wheels - so unstable on the tramlines, especially in wet weather!

I have posted this wedding picture before, but while I'm showing off my legs, I may as well show this one again too. It was taken by a friend whom we commissioned to do the wedding pictures, and she did us proud. My last few moments as a single woman.

My first born is on his way. Every now and then my husband would take a really smashing picture, more by accident than design, I think, and this is one of them.


And this, though nothing special as a picture, represents for me a time of comfortable and satisfying fulfilment. In my 40th year, I had recently given birth to the last of our four sons, and was perfectly happy in my role as a family woman. My three older boys were with me in the garden, and made nice pictures on that occasion, smiling handsomely instead of pulling faces. The little one was probably asleep in his pram under an apple tree.

10 comments:

Pauline said...

What a wonderful post! All the years, all the events, the feelings, the beauty, the sorrows. What fun to follow you through them. Your smile gives a glimpse into your self - I am pleased to have made your acquaintance this way.

Sharon J said...

I love your photos, Judith. You must never stop posting them. This is proof of how important it is to keep them. Unfortunately a jealous ex burned a whole bunch of my photos.

Judith said...

Gosh! This is such an ego trip.I really felt it was a bit presumptuous to stick up my favourite pix of myself. OK, I know that my blog, at bottom, is ALL about saying "This is me - please love me". But pictures of oneself in one's prime require no real effort of production, unlike writing, so I feel it's really too easy a way to get vanity kicks. So as some sort of counterbalance, I shall put up some "Growing up" pictures, which are much more ordinary.

Lillie said...

I can't think of any of them as ordinary, Judith. Your pictures are a glimpse into another's experience, a time we do not know, a point of view not seen before. It's a gift you give us. I concur with Sharon: don't stop!

Richard said...

You look very like my own mother in some of those.

AV said...

Thank you for posting your photos and sharing your life with us strangers whom we now consider you a distant friend. Don't stop posting your wonderful photographs!

herhimnbryn said...

Gorgeous woman! In every sense of the word.

Kevin J. Brehony said...

The Clee photo has the Nordy Bank in the background. You were probably at Lower Brook farm and if so your cousin wore jeans at that time too.

Judith said...

Goodness, Kevin, how sharp of you. You are absolutely right, though it wasn't being farmed in 1952, and they called it Lower Brook House. You speak with such certainty of what my cousin was wearing - could it be that you actually knew them? If you did, please say so in another comment, and I will switch on my email address and you can mail me privately to tell me their names, just to be sure!

Judith said...

Actually, it's switched on already, in my profile, so if you're not just guessing, mail me.