Colour or Black and White ?I have been looking through old photographs, mainly to spot family likenesses, and realised that a large chunk of my early life, and all the lives of my ancestors who lived within the time since photography, are all in black and white. Pictures of me up to when I met my husband-to-be are all in black and white, and then from our wedding onwards are all in colour. So what do we miss when we look at these old photographs ? Do we imagine that these people of a bygone time lived in a monochrome world ? I would love to know the colours in my mother-in-law's dress, I do know that there were dahlias in the garden behind her, but the rest is just black and white and grey. And I do know that my sister was wearing a bright blue dress with white poodles on it who had red bows round their necks, and I know the colour of my mother's suit. The dress was handed on to me, and my mother's suit was still in her wardrobe fifty odd years later when we cleared her home. Going back further in time, I was delighted when recently a cousin on my maternal side got in touch to exchange information about our ancestors who had served in the First World War. He had traced the service records of our grandfather and his brother. Our grandfather survived, his brother did not. This led me to look through a different box of old black and white photographs. Tom and John with their parents in Bradford. I think our grandfather Tom is on the left and John is on the right. My cousin looks very like John. What colour was the door .....? {My cousin, who has a larger version of this picture, now tells me that he thinks the two men were comrades in the same regiment, and that the photograph may have been taken in Belgium. His version reveals more of the buildings} The back of this photograph of Tom and his soon-to-be-bride Evelyn has a message. She sent this to her brother Norman who was also serving in World War One. The postcard did not go through a censor as it mentioned Tom had been home on leave but was returning to Cambrai. They both looked very smart, but what colours did they wear ? What was in fashion ? Evelyn and her sister Lizzie worked in a munitions factory. The picture at the top has them marked with two small crosses, but I have no idea who is in the bottom photograph. The top picture has three bombs, or bomb cases, placed on the front row, each signed and destined for the Kaiser. It was not just our male ancestors who served in the First World War, our grandmother and great aunt did their bit. How unwillingly we do not know. Women going to work was not so unusual in the textile districts of the West Riding, but making munitions was seen as contrary to the normal female nurturing role . Note that the women were wearing trousers. Mary Gabriell Collins commented on the unnatural situation in her poem "Women at Munition Making" .... she says their hands should have been nursing their infants but "Their hands, their fingers are coarsened in munition factories, Their thoughts, which should fly Like bees among the sweetest mind flowers, Gaining nourishment for the thoughts to be, Are bruised against the law "Kill, kill" " But Madeline Ida Bedford saw a different side to these women, that perhaps for the first time, some of them had money, and because of the dangerous work, the wages were high. She wrote a poem "Munition Wages" - Earning high wages? Yus, / Five quid a week. / A woman mind you/ I calls it dim sweet./ .... I'm having life's good times./ See 'ere, it's like this:/ The 'oof comes o' danger,/ A touch-and-go bizz/ We're all here today mate,/ Tomorrow- perhaps dead/ If Fate tumbles on us/ And blows up our shed / Afraid ! Are yer kidding? / with money to spend !/ Years back I wore tatters,/ Now - silk stockings, mi friend ...... [Scars upon my heart - Women's poetry and verse of the First World War. Virago 1981] So I wonder now at the smart outfit that my grandmother wore when she had her photograph taken. Perhaps not a hand-me-down from older sisters, but something brand new. I will end with some comments on what clothes were deemed appropriate to wear in leisure time at the seaside. This is my mother-in-law and my husband at Scarborough. Jimmy Corrigan's amusement arcade is in the background. My mother-in-law is wearing a smart dress and jacket and PEARLS. My dear husband, who looks about six years old, is wearing a shirt with a collar and tie, though he does have grubby knees so she has allowed him to play in the sand. Going back further generations, going to the seaside was an occasion for dressing up, but oh, what colours did they wear ? I have no idea who any of these people were, or where. This came out of the box of photographs from my in-law's, but they were having a jolly time. The men are all in suits, and the ladies have lovely hats. This last group is another seaside outing, so many of them, were they all together? Had they come on the same train ? I have no idea where they were, but on the left hand side is a man with a large cap and a small child on his shoulders. This was my grandfather Tom and his son. I hope that they had a lovely day out. Looking through boxes of old black and white photographs, with a magnifying glass in hand, has been fun and frustrating. Often I have no idea who the people were, but can spot likenesses. Well that is the lesson for us all. To make sure we name and label photographs before we pass them on to the next generation.
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It was sunny and frosty so a walk was a delight to start and work off the excesses of Christmas. Woods in winter have surprises, they show you how green they are. You do not always notice the abundance of ivy when all the leaves are on the trees, but in the winter you see ivy everywhere. Here it is decorated with sparkling hoar frost. Some people do not like ivy, but I love it, the last flowering plant of the season, and the fat round berries for the birds. Hedera Helix is the Latin name for Ivy, and of course there are many cultivated varieties. In winter it clothes the trunks of trees as if to keep them warm, and shelters and feeds wildlife. This picture is by John Noble Barlow 1861 - 1917, and illustrates ivy clothing the trunk of the trees in the foreground [Art Uk website] George Howland Beaumont 1753 - 1827 was a painter of the romantic and picturesque. You can see lots of his pictures of places in the English Lake District on the Art Uk website. Here is a romantic ruin cloaked in ivy. My most local ruin is managed by English Heritage, who don't like ivy, and keep their sites all neat and tidy. But I did find an odd corner with some ivy. Which reminded me of a song I learnt a long time ago, music by John Ireland, words by that brilliant poet Anon. Give me the depths of love that springs/ From friendship in misfortune grown;/ As ivy to the ruin clings / When every other hope has flown. / Give me that fond confiding love / That naught but death itself can blight;/ A flame that slander cannot move,/ But burns in darkness doubly bright. Ivy of course crops up in folk lore as well, and gains added respect in the chorus of "The North Countrymaid" as it is given equal status to trees The oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree, I wish once again in the north I could be Ivy is also a Christian name or forename. Go into any Care Home or Nursing Home and call out "Ivy" and you will certainly get a response from nonagenarians or older. However, all things come round again. A newsletter from my smallest grandchild's Nursery welcomed the newcomers, and there was an IVY amongst them ! So what influences the choices of parents in naming their children ? When did IVY first become fashionable ? When did it go out of fashion ? And why is it returning ? By checking the Civil Registration of births there were 5 babies registered with the name Ivy between 1841 - 1850 and one called Ivyleaf. Between1851 and 1860 there were 8. Between 1861 - 1870 there were 36, so it was becoming more popular, but not yet a trend. Between 1871 - 1880 there were 357 babies registered with the name Ivy. And some were boys, as they had middle names such as James or George. So the name IVY had arrived. At least two families with the surname Berry named a child Ivy. One Berry family also had a Holly and an Arthur James. In the 1881 census there were 397 people with the name IVY and 68 with the name HOLLY. Ivy grew in popularity in the early twentieth century, between 1921 and 1930 33,371 babies were registered with the name IVY and only 58 with the name HOLLY. I was intrigued that Ivy was also considered a name for a boy, and discovered in Hampshire a family with the surname Hedderly who had a naming pattern of calling boys IVY, and a father with the names Jason Ivy Hedderly. Was this because their surname was rather like the Latin name for Ivy , Hedera ? So just to keep the balance, here is some holly and some words by Emily Bronte (also set to music by John Ireland)
Love is like the wild rose briar;/ Friendship like the holly tree./ The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,/ But which will bloom most constantly? / The wild rose briar is sweet in spring,/ Its summer blossoms scent the air;/ Yet wait till winter comes again,/ And who will call the wild rose fair? / Then, scorn the silly rose wreath now,/ And deck thee with the holly's sheen,/ That, when December blights thy brow,/ He still may leave thy garland green. If you have chance, enjoy the Woods in Winter. |
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