|Sarah (Sadie) Pugh|
Friday, 31 January 2014
see here. I knew I would have photos of suitcases. In those times before tablets and mobiles there were always moments to fill when waiting for a train so why not take a photograph.
As a child holidays were always spent visiting relations, usually my mothers sisters, or on a weekly run-around rail ticket. When my parents became more affluent then their holiday of choice was to go walking. Here she is waiting at the outside of the station of the previous photograph, Ulverston . Is it me or do those plants in the background look remarkably like cabbages? The suitcase may have changed but the strap on one of them has a familiar look to the first photo, belts and braces packing. My farther has filled the backs of this set of photographs with information, it was one of their favourite holidays. This one says "Saturday June 30th 1984. After the holiday at Freshwater Bay, Isle of Wight. I wait with the bags while Sadie goes to the phone (for a taxi) at Station Corner". Is this before, or after, she has charged off to the phone box? She only had one pace, fast, even into her eighties she was going the same speed. She also always liked to be busy so the walk up the hill to the phone box would fill in some of that pesky waiting time.
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
So what other cranes can I show you?
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet this week sojourning at C here.
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
The view of the roofs also shows how the bike route running past the sheds is separated from the main road.
Friday, 17 January 2014
An entry to Sepia Saturday "Using old images as prompts for new reflections"
The face of an ordinary soldier killed in the Great War at the Battle of the Somme for this week's Sepia Saturday is one of loss but my choice of images is a different kind of loss, that of a life story.
On the back of the photograph is a question "Did I send you one of these before?" Well I only have one so maybe he hadn't. A name has been added on the back - Henry Taylor, Royal Artillery. It was amongst my Grandmothers stash but I have no idea of the connection. To find a member of the Royal Artillery from WW1 is like a needle in a haystack, each town in the country had an artillery unit. I can surmise he could be from Westmorland or abutting Lancashire area from the family connection, but I don't know what section he was from Royal Field, Royal Garrison or Royal Horse Artillery. Maybe the indistinct lapel badges will give clues with further research.
|The 'Grey Battery' at St Omer, May 1917|
The name written on the back of the card was in my father's handwriting so I had to check that uniform just to make sure it was WW1 and from my Grandmother's collection. Was the name Henry Taylor familiar, I know he had a scouting friend called Wilf Taylor so I turned to something I inherited from my paternal Grandparents a bound collection of the weekly "The War Illustrated" -
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
a bust of activity as passenger arrive at Arnside Station, crossing over the bridge and heading for the way out on a summer's late afternoon. I was waiting for the train going in the other direction. When I do board the train just a short distance west over the blue sea in the distance
is the Arnside viaduct. The signal is up and the Barrow to Manchester Airport train, a distinctive Desiro DMU is taking them home.
|Low Tide Channels, Arnside Viaduct, Morecambe Bay|
An entry to ABC Wednesday, starting a new journey through the alphabet and a new logo, its Round 14
Friday, 10 January 2014
|An entry to Sepia Saturday
Using old images as prompts for new reflections