Seven people and a wall. Seven mid-century faces: post-war, post-depression – all tweed jackets and Oxford bags. That first, troubling half century is behind them – the future is awaiting them.
Much of my early life seems to be in this old picture postcard. My father worked at the factory on the left; for a time I worked in the mill on the right. My school is on the horizon, my youth on the soot-coated streets around the market.
The Sepia Saturday theme this week focuses on means of transport and has a photograph from the 1950s that seems to look back to an earlier age. My submission is a photograph from the 1930s that looks to the future.
The great thing about Sepia Saturday is that it gets you digging. I don’t mean digging outside in the cold and wet winter months, lifting shovel-fulls of clogging dank earth; I mean digging through your collection of old photographs in search of a match for whatever theme image that infuriating chap who chooses the theme has found for this week. […]
We caught a bus to Bradford yesterday to do a little Christmas shopping and to look at the wonderful Victorian architecture that still lines the stone city streets. A few days ago I came across an old copy of an 1893 Yorkshire Trade Directory – before you ask, yes it was lodged up my back passage – which includes a […]
The theme based nature of Sepia Saturday always encourages me to look at images as entities in themselves rather than as a portrayal of Aunty Clara, Uncle Walter or whoever. My Sepia Saturday contribution this week falls into the latter category – “whoever”, for I have no idea who this particular piano player is. I suspect I acquired her within […]
Fifty years ago I took a series of photographs of a fire in Halifax. It was just a relatively small fire in one of the mills; none of the photographs actually show the fire itself. It was the fire engines, the hose pipes and, in particular, the watching crowds that fascinated me then, and still do: fifty years down the […]
This is a new scan of a negative I must have taken fifty or more years ago. It was taken from the churchyard of St Thomas’ Church, Claremount, and shows the bottom part of Halifax back in the days when the buildings were still soot-black and the chimneys that made them so were still smoking. Halifax Minster is half hidden […]
It was wartime: perhaps that’s an excuse. Even so, what possessed any self-respecting advertising agency to come up with a product name like “Drim”?. Perhaps they thought that it was only two letters away from “Dream”; but likewise it is only one letter away from “Grim”. “Become a Drim enthusiast today“, proclaims the advertiser’s copy. Even at 8d a tin, […]