My sister had a photo of the famous birthday cake described in my last blog and sent it to me. Thank you Kaybee. I don't remember seeing it before. I have two corrections to make. First Little Gran was 74 that day and second, by the looks of me in that photo I must have been 13, 14 years old. I think I look older, but I know where the house was in which this photo was taken and we moved from there in 1953.
This must be one of the last photos of our family together, except my father was probably taking the photo. From the back left are, my mother, my brother (deceased aged 48), me aged 15 approx.
Maureen, (the little girl who lived a couple of houses away), my sister Kaybee, Little Gran, (looking a youthful 74 years) and the notorious birthday cake.
Too bad Dad wasn't in the picture. I can't recall ever seeing a family photo with us all in it. So I'm glad to have this photo. My initial reaction is that we all look so normal. Truly this was one of the happiest times of my teenage years, but my overall feeling was that we were a somewhat dysfunctional family. Or perhaps it was me that was dysfunctional -- I would not conform to my father and brother's opinion of women as being useless and feather-brained.
Thank goodness for Little Gran who was a great role model for me and kept me on track without even knowing it.