Look what I came
across, it’s an old snap of the Laundry girls, and there is the foreman, five
laundresses and the office girl. It is 1926 and it must be summer in England. For
working girls the bobbed hairstyle was all the rage, even in a city on the
south coast of England.
Well they knew all about the latest styles because fathers and uncles worked
the big liners that sailed into and out of Southampton
all across the world. They would tell their daughters and nieces all about what
they had seen and describe the exotic places they visited how the ladies
dressed in America.
So the tales from far off would germinate a need that would echo the black and
white pictures they saw in the movies with the subtitles imposed and a piano
player providing the music to match the scenes portrayed. The hinge of
fate has yet opened on their lives.
That is Edna on the
left and she has put her best foot forward. Curiously she was quite shy, and
soon she will get engaged and later will give him up because he was too “fast”.
Later she will marry the son of a friend because everyone will say what a hard
worker he is. But that doesn’t make them love each other, and she will feel she
has failed him because she can only bear him daughters and not sons. Edna lives
to be 97.
Next to her is
Patsy, what a pretty round face and smile Patsy had. Sadly she believed
everything her first boyfriend told her and ended up pregnant a year after the
photo was taken. Her mother raised the baby girl and Patsy thought of the
little mite as a younger sister. Patsy died during a raid on the docks in Southampton in 1941 and her baby never ever knew who her
real mother was.
Deirdre the office
girl could type, so she worked in the office. She was the clever one and was
good at dressmaking. Her indulgence was shoes because her mother used to tell
of not having shoes to wear to school and having to wear her brother’s boots.
So Deirdre decided to be different had four pairs of shoes including the black
leather boots she is wearing here today!
This is Bert the
foreman with the two most senior girls linking arms with him. He was a veteran
of the 1st World War but was too old for new war in 1939 forecast to be more
lethal than the first; and it was for many. Bert joined the Home Guard and
guarded the Post Office at night with a broomstick as there were not enough
weapons to go round. He died in 1948 of tuberculosis after spending months in a
sanatorium just south of Winchester.
Brenda is next in
line with the big hair, I think she is a beautiful girl and she is in charge of
all the girls except Deidre. Everyone loved Brenda. She married Frank a
butcher’s boy who delivered meat on his bicycle and eventually had his own
butcher’s shop. They had five children two boys and three girls. Their eldest
boy became a politician and stood for parliament a couple of times but always
got beaten by the sitting member.
Winifred comes next
and she always looks sad. She is the eldest of eight and her father died many
years ago. At home everything is left to Winifred to do, and must go out to
work, get the younger children ready for school and somehow run the home while
her mother takes in sewing. She said that when she married she would never have
children but when one of her younger sisters had a child she changed her mind
and never regretted it. She loved all babies and when she was old and ill her
daughter looked after her.
Now what can I say
about Lucy? Lucy was trouble with a capital T. When waists were not emphasized
she bucked the trend and showed everyone she had one! With her dark come hither
eyes and olive complexion some say she had Italian blood in her. Who knows? She
didn’t stay long at the laundry for people to find out. The story is she headed
straight for London
and hit the stage with a bang. I like to think that when most of the theatres
were closed down during the war she stayed on to entertain Londoners with some
feathers and exotic dancing at the Windmill Theatre!
Note this is a conjectural piece with names and events invented
What a fun post! Makes me want to get some old photos from an antique shop and start writing about them. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the lives you wove for these people....I sometimes flesh people out when they interest me on the street!
ReplyDeleteFascinating work, so nicely done. Years ago I worked maintenance at a large retirement community. When the residents died we were sent in to dispose of their things (after family had taken what they thought important)--often boxes of letters were left behind, and I almost always took them home to read. Sounds creepy now, but I was mesmerized by these glimpses into their lives. It was like a historical documentary, but on a personal level. Your submission reminded me of this--thanks!
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you created an engaging story for all of them.
ReplyDeleteYou had me going with this one Rob. I was thinking 'who the hell are these obscure family members?' It wasn't until I got to your note that I realised it was all fiction, and what a good job you have made of it too. Excellent post, with great invention.
ReplyDeleteEvery picture as they say..it was very intimate..and like Altonian I believed there was a personal connection..there probably is on some level..fine story telling..jae
ReplyDeleteNice story, love the imagination of what might have happened after their photo shoot. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI read romance novels and wonder what it would have been like to live in their times...
ReplyDeletewell written!
I love old pictures. Maybe because it gives me a chance to ponder what life might have been for those within the frame. You did quite a job telling their tale.
ReplyDeleteI think I like Deirdre, she's got that shoe thing going on, putting herself first and not minding to be different.
ReplyDeleteSomehow you have made us believe in them all.
I enjoyed this one! You caused me to remember looking at photos with Daddy. He could name everyone in the pictures and tell me stories about them. I just wish to God I could remember all the stories now.
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