Throwback Thursday #53 – It’s A Formal Affair.

It’s time for Throwback Thursday again , Lauren and Maggie’s brainchild . This week it’s Lauren’s turn and she said. “While most of us grew up with school clothes and play clothes, there were occasionally those special clothes, aka glad rags. Clothes can bring up strong memories and emotions.”

Strangly I don’t remember much about dressing up for special occasions….I know I was supposed to have been bridesmaid for my eldest sister.. unfortunately I had scarlett fever and was in bed on the day and missed my bridesmaid’s debute.

I always had a new out fit for Christmas, Easter and my birthday often made by my sister Frankie. She was always an accomplished needlewoman and had an eye for style. Below one of my clever sister’s creations, a grey A line dress with bell sleeves, a red tartan bib and red piped around the bell sleeves. I was nine or ten.

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I don’t remember funerals when I was younger but I must of attended a few. I sure mum would of had us all looking smart. We definitely would of all had a bath and had our hair washed the night before.

I have been a bridesmade many times in the family…all shades of pastel which never suited me! The dresses were usually satin .

The above photos are just two that I own there were at least another four but I don’t have them! The colour photo was Nov 1966 I was thirteen , black and white one was 1969 the dresses and head scafs were lilac edged with white lace, I was the one in the middle 💜💜 they all involved a trip to the hairdresser’s!

We didn’t have proms in my day and anyway I left school at fifteen and went into an apprenticeship as a window dresser, following Frankie into the fashion trade, she was a designer. But I do have a picture of me at about sixteen at the first party I went to with hubby. It was a long pasely print, high neck , rouched bodice legomtton sleeves and it was pink and blue , I loved that dress. The dog on my lap was my soon to be sister in law’s mother’s dog!

© willowdot21

I did my own hair and make up and I was pleased with the outcome 🤣🤣…. actually what do I look like??

Well that all for now folks .

This is part of Lauren and Maggie’s Throwback Thursday.

Throwback Thursday #51 – Learning New Skills.

It’s Lauren’s turn at bat for Throwback Thursday. She said ” I’ve been pulling my hair out trying to think of something Maggie and I have not done before. I know we’ve talked about learning to drive, learning to cook, and learning to swim. I am going to follow that path and ask about your childhood approach to learning new skills.. As kids we are exposed to a huge variety of learning experiences. We can never succeed unless we  are willing to make a commitment to the process.”

  1. When did you learn to ride a bike? Were you self-taught or did someone teach you? Any major injuries on the way? Did you master the skill? Do you still ride? If applicable, did you teach your kids?

I must have been about three when I got the family trike handed down from everyone else…. I think I was seven when I got the old hand me down black and silver two wheeler. Dad taught me to ride that bike over in Gunnersbury Park. I fell off many a time but I don’t think I ever hurt myself badly, just the odd cuts and bruises. I don’t remember having another bike or going any great distances on one.
I helped to teach all the boys to ride, the all rode their bikes a lot. When our youngest was small I had a seat on the back of my bike and ferry him all over the place. Eventually the roads got too dangerous and I learned to drive!

  1. Did you learn to play a musical instrument? At what age? Who taught you? How often did you practice? Were you in band at school? How good were you? Do you still play? If applicable, did you encourage your kids to play?

I learned the recorder, we were all in the school orchestra…I was awful, didn’t practice because I drove everyone hairless at home! I wished I had learned an instrument as I love music.
The boys are all musical, goodness knows where that came from. The eldest has been in bands and still makes electronic music . The middle lad is like me but did try to learn guitar during lockdown. The youngest son went to the Guildford Academy of Music and got his degree in sound engineering and mixing. He was also in the church choir for years.

  1. Did you sing in a choir in church or at school? At what age? How often did you practice? Did you enjoy it? How good were you? Do you still sing with others?

Yes again we were all in the school choir , I love singing still do, I don’t think I am any good but it makes me happy. Everyone else can wear earplugs!

  1. Did you have formal instructions on speaking a second language? Were you fortunate enough to be raised in a house with two or more languages? Did you learn a second language in school? Are you fluent in more than one language?

I learned French and Latin at school I tried hard but Latin foxed me and the Nun that taught by it disliked me!
I learned some German and Italian with one of my sister’s. I can get by in those three languages but really I am not fluent in them 💜

  1. Did you to play on a sports team or learn martial arts? At what age did you start? Did a parent become a coach? Did you practice at home? Do you still play sports? If applicable, did you encourage your children to play on a team?

No to all the above I cannot seem to see balls until they hit me, I broke every finger playing netball. My position was wingdefense, I was the girl who did not get picked until last as no one wanted me on their team 😁😁😁 The boys however did everything and loved it. The eldest and youngest still Run and cycle, so does the middle lad but he also plays cricket, football and loves golf!

  1. Did you ever take dance, tap, ballet, baton, cheerleading, etc. lessons? When did you start? How long did you take lessons? Did you practice on your own in addition to the lessons? How skilled did you become? Did you encourage your children to do the same?

I learned Ballet and tap from when I was five for several years I loved it, I was not built for it though as I was a tubby child! I was in a big show with the school once though .
The boys never learned to dance but can …our youngest and his wife cut a dash at their wedding!

  1. Did you learn to roller skate or ice skate? Did someone teach you or did you take lessons? At what age did you learn? Did you become skilled quickly? Can you still skate? Did you teach your children.

No no no 😁😁😁😁😁 Our youngest broke his ankle skating, and they all roller skated!

Throwback Thursday, Discovering Your Musical Tastes.

Maggie is at the helm today. We are back to our usual groove with lots of things to think about. Hop on over to Maggie’s post to read all the guidelines, questions, and ways to join in. Don’t forget To check out Lauren’s post too.

This week’s prompt is: Discovering Your Musical Taste.

What music were you exposed to in your family – genre, artist, or style.
Music in our childhood home was very eclectic because there were so many of us!
Mum and Dad though both deaf could still apricate music…. It was very loud so we all endured or enjoyed it! Dad loved opera especially Kathleen Ferrier . Mum loved show music, South Pacific, Oklahoma and Carousel. Brothers and sisters loved, Pat Boon, Frank Iflield, Dusty Springfield, Bobby Vee, Buddy Holly, Adam Faith, Jonny Mathis, Helen Shipiro ect.

Loved Adam Faith.


Did you enjoy that type of music or did you rebel against it?
So, so, love Buddy Holly, Adam Faith in fact all my siblings music, it took years to stop rebelling and finally appreciate classical and opera!
How did you listen to music in your childhood home? Radio? Record player? Television?
Radio mainly, Radio Luxembourg and pirate radio, and our old Dansette record player eventually T.V.
Did you buy records, tapes, cassettes, 8-tracks or CDs?
Started off with records and moved with the times. First record bought was Come On by the Rolling Stones.


What performers were you drawn to most as an adolescent?
The Rolling Stones, The Monkeys, The Hollies, Beach Boys, Adam Faith, zombies, well everyone really!
Who did you go to see for your first concert?
The Rolling Stones and the Yardbirds. It was at the Albert Hall London.

Who did you go with?
I went with a neighbour’s son . It was my 13th birthday, my parents bought two tickets and asked their friend’s son to chaperone me. He was very nice, liked both groups so it was win, win 😁

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What concert has been your favorite concert to date?
That first one really though there have been others.
When do you listen to music?
Whenever I can.
In the car?
Yes.
At work?
Yes when I first started work as a widow dresser in a boutique, there was always music. I am retired now.
While studying or doing projects?
Yes 💜
Did the music you listened to affect your attitudes, way of dress, or view of the world?
Yes I think it did and it still does.
How has your choice of music changed over the years?
Not a great deal because I still have an eclectic taste.
What is your genre of choice at this phase of your life?
Almost anything! Imogen Heap, Queen, Alanis Morrisette, Tori Amos,
Bonus Question: What band or group posters did you have hanging in your room?
Rolling Stones, Yardbirds, Monkeys, Small Faces.
Extra extra bonus points if you can share a copy of it or a link to it.

EXTRA EXTRA BONUS: Care to share a playlist from Spotify?
I am not doing Spotify at the moment 💜

Throwback Thursday – April 7 – #33 – Going to the Movies

Maggie and Lauren..

Thursday was yesterday which means it time for Maggie and Lauren’s join venture.

It’s Lauren’s choice for this week’s prompt for Throwback Thursday : Going to the Movies. 

Do you remember specific times you went to indoor movies or drive in theatres?

We didn’t have drive in Movies in the U.K. until very recently and as yet I have never been to a drive in movie!

Do you remember the first time for either?

The first film I can remember seeing as a child was when my mum took me to see Snow White , the original Disney version. It was truly the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.

I believe I went to see “A man for all seasons” a fantastic historical film set in the court of Henry VIII and the man for all seasons in question was Thomas Moore. Our convent was a five minute walk from the cinema so we all walked upon crocodile formation.🐊

Do you remember going with friends and not parents?

I remember going to the cinema with a girl friend or friends we usually went to see pop star films . We saw “Catch us if you can” starring the Dave Clarke Five, “Hold on” starring Herman’s Hermits. There were other films but I really can’t remember them 😊

Please share one or more experiences about going to the movies.

My sister Frankie took me to see Westside story again I was totally enthralled by the sing and dancing I loved it.

I must of been to the cinema in my courting days with hubby but I can’t remember…. I can remember more recent trips but not early ones. I also remember us taking the boys and often their friends to cinema : Star Trek, Star Wars, Flash Gorden (that was fun) A film where we all stood up and cheered!

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and took the children to many more!

I also remember hubby and I and friends going to see Brave Heart…we stood and cheered at his speech before the battle and I don’t think there was a Scottish person in the cinema!

As I say there have been many many more and concerts too 💜💜

Throwback Thursday #32 – Report Cards and Progress Reports

Maggie, said :Surprise, surprise! It’s me, pinch hitting for Lauren this week so she could attend a few appointments today. She will be back next Thursday tackling the first of our abbreviated prompts for the month of April.

This week’s prompt is: Report cards and Progress Reports.

You can use the questions that follow to spark your memories or you can answer them as they stand. It is totally up to you.

Looking back now, would you say you were a good, fair, or struggling student?
I was never a good student, or so I was repeatedly told. I believe I did my best but was made to feel I was stupid.
How often were your school efforts reported to your parents?
Constantly or so it seemed.
Did you receive letter grades, i.e. A, B, C, etc?
Yes but I was usually at the lower end of the marks.
Was your behavior reported on your progress reports or report cards?
We had report cards.
In what subjects did you excel and which subjects were a challenge?
I felt I was good at English, Geography, drama. I was not much cop at Maths, or the sciences or gymnastics.
Did you ever try to change your grade? Turning a C into a B for example?
Yes I always tried.
Did you keep any of your report cards?
No.
Did you get rewarded for good grades?
We’d get a word of faint praise for good behaviour.
Punished for ‘bad’ grades?
Yes they’d wipe the floor with us .
Did the subjects you excelled in prove to be where you excelled in life?
As I said I enjoyed English, and I love poetry and to read and write stories.
What was your biggest detraction from your school work?
Lack of self belief.

This is part of Maggie and Lauren’s Throwback Thursday.

Throwback Thursday #21 & JusJoJan – Sense of Style

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Maggie and Lauren’s brainchild. This week Maggie has chosen the promt she wants us to explore how we developed our personal sense of style.

I was the last of a large family and so all my clothes until I was at least ten were all hand me downs! My next sister Frankie was and is an amazing needlewoman, start to make me clothes about then. School was less of a problem because there were very strict rules about uniform. Juniors wore blue summer dresses , white socks and brown sandels. Winter, white blouse, gymslip brown knee length socks and brown lace up shoes. Senior school we wore white blouse, school tie and in winter a jumper. All skirts had to be on the knee and the nuns often measured them and woe betide anyone who’s skirt came up short!

photo from Facebook page of my old school.

The above photo shows the uniforms worn in our school. I don’t have any photos of me at school so I am not in this one.

Oh! I have found one of my first communion…we all had to dress in whit wear a viel and white shoes. I am the second from the left in the front row with my hand to my mouth giggling ☺️… probably got told off for that .

First communion not really fashion but it was what we had to wear!

image from here not me but very much my style.

Back in the day, when I was a teen
Pyscodelia was the scene
Mini dresses in patterns bold
In black and white not green or gold.
It made no difference if skies were grey
Black and white coloured my day.
Not for me those paisley prints
Nor huge glasses with outrageous tints.
No I was a Twiggy girl
Black white my patterns swirl.
So before my memories fade to grey
I’ll witter on about back in the day.

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I started work at 15yrs and trained to be a window dresser, in the boutiques I started in I had discount on anything I bought and I loved my Middie coats that were Maxi on me ( luckily both in fashion) hotpants, long and short dresses flares and straight trousers you name it I tried it! My beautiful and clever sister Frances made my wedding dress! As I stepped out of the wedding car Dad stepped on my train and the zip was pulled…. Frankie needle and cotton always to hand sewed me up before we went into the church 🙂

When I was married first with young children I wore trousers and tops and as often as possible no shoes!

infamous train © willowdot21.
1950’s I am the baby © willowdot21.

I have had long hair, short spiky hair, medium, straight, curly, all colours even two colours! Nowadays I settle for red hair out of a bottle I have to admit! Nice nails and comfortable clothes.

© willowdot21.

Have a lovely day everyone. 💜

Throwback Thursday #8 – Collections.

This week it is Lorraine at LSSATTITUDEOFGRATITUDE . To choose the prompt for Throwback Thursday Memory Blog hop. Next week Maggie at FROMTHECAVEWALLS will return, as they

Participation is easy. Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments. You can use the photo above in your post and tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen to make it easier for others to find. If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below!

This week’s prompt is: Collections – Take this prompt wherever it leads you.

I have never been much of a collector, as a child I did collect dolls from different countries but to be honest that was more my sisters and mum’s idea than mine I just went along for the ride . Really from when I could read words , poems, lyrics and music have been my collections. So here are three of my favourite collection pieces.

The Collecter of bones

Image Fond Here

For  the longest  time  the child  had  collected bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  collected  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

bone collector.

Image Found Here

 Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

What  made  the child want  to  collect this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

She is only out to collect

So lock your doors and your loved ones protect.

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The Hairdresser the soul collector

Image from Pixabay

At the hairdressers, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip.

Towel drying your tresses then combing out the knots slick slick

Time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair, clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig.

Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black no sugar, please sip sip sip .

Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip

Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip.

The junior brings the coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip.

Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

A tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick

Time to pay into your purse you dip zip zip zip

And a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.

Couples too come for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair.

They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair.

I make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare.

They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.

They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share.

As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair stair.

This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing air air air air.

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The Dream collector.

Image here

Every night while we sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

It is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of dispair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us and avoiding the light.

Once like us she walked in the light

Before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Moon to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams in hope her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

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Thank you for reading.

Throw Back Thursday: Learning to drive.

Lauren and Maggie have come up with is great idea for a new prompt.

Welcome to the first edition of the Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop where we take on a nostalgic object, event, or memory and blog about it.  This week Maggie chose the topic, “learning to drive.”

Let’s see what the law in the UK says.

You can apply for a provisional driving licence when you’re 15 years and 9 months old. You can start driving a car when you’re 17. You can drive a car when you are 16 if you get, or have applied for, the enhanced rate of the mobility component of Personal Independence Payment (PIP). Personal Independence Payment (PIP) can help you with some of the extra costs if you have a long term physical or mental health condition or disability.

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Now neither my mum or dad ever drove or even had a car! It was bike, bus, tube, train or shankses pony for us. We did live in London so it was not too difficult to get about.

I met my husband went I was thirteen and he was driving his dad’s car about when he could borrow it. He was the grand old age of just seventeen. We got married when I was seventeen, 50yrs ago last Saturday. We could not afford for me to learn to drive as the lessons were too expensive on our small budget.

We moved to Devon from London and I managed to walk, bus, train myself around again. After a year or so hubby was transferred back to London so I didn’t even have a car to learn in. ( I had to say behind in Devon because we had to sell our bungalow and find a house)

Back up south at the age of twenty four hubby tried to teach me in our beautiful ford Capri.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Ours was plain beige.

All I can say is it was a disaster. I save up for lessons but I always seemed to get very stressed out before a test.

It took me over ten years and eight failed tests before I passed. By the time I passed it was like magic.. I could do the shopping, no more need to lug it home, no just throw it in the boot. Be taxi driver to the boys, visit family and friends. I tell you all the worry all the embarrassment all the failure was worth it. I never looked back.

I got there in the end 💜

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