Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Another snippet, another photo

There are many reasons a career in academia was not for me. Mainly I'm just too flighty...I like a bit of this and a bit of that (look at my punctuation for heaven's sake...)...and I certainly couldn't concentrate on one subject for 3 years for a PhD or anything like that. Well, unless that subject was being flighty.

It's like with reading...I'd quite like to be serious and erudite but my brain just wanders off to pick through life's magazine rack (instead of, of course, its university libraries). Hence I was flicking through a month-old copy of the Guardian magazine this week and reading an interview with all round comedy guy Chris Morris. Morris has a film out called 'Four Lions' (and have I seen it... of course not... do you know how far we are from a cinema here?) and that May piece is here. It's very interesting...if you like comedy which I do, do , DO. I especially liked this bit:

"It's an age thing (…). You see young people, or kids, and they're fascinated by the way people talk. And that's great. But eventually you get to the point where you think, 'You know what? I don't care how you talk, I'm just listening to what you're saying.' "


Especially as I had a post a while back saying pretty much the opposite (back here). And yet...maybe they're both right.

Anyway, speaking of age – here's my maternal Grandma (making her first appearance on this blog). She was born in 1900, one of seven children in a baker's family in Wiltshire, and she went on to marry four times, have three children (all from the first marriage) and work as headmistress of an approved school for girls during WW2 (between marriages one and two). She was (like our little 'un) a redhead and something of a stunner, so Mum always said. She died in 1979 (when I was 12).




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10 comments:

Titus said...

Four marriages and an approved school! That's some history.

Is that where the hair comes from? Fabulous legacy.

Rachel Fox said...

Well, the old wives say you need red hair on both sides of the family (don't know if that's correct...but in our case it is as there is plenty of red on Mark's side too...one day I'll show you pics of him as a wee boy!).
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hope said...

I always wanted red hair...sigh. The 2 little boys across the street, who's Mum was English had red hair. The next 2 little girls who moved in..red hair. Mom tried to tell me all the world didn't have red hair. When we moved 8 years later, 2 our of 3 kids next door had red hair. I just glared at Mom. :)

I know I could "buy some, but I wanted it naturally. I love this photo as I can just picture her lovely locks. Thanks for sharing!

Marion said...

Love the photo and the fact that she never imagined one day her pic would be on little screens all around the world! wonder what our grandchildren will be doing with our pics when we're dead!

Rachel Fenton said...

I adore old photos. This one's lovely and you get the best bit - you know all about the "behind the scenes"!

It's a wonderful way to remember and appreciate history.

Now where are the baby photos?

Rachel Fox said...

Any baby in particular you want to see Rachel?
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Rachel Fenton said...

Hehe - any baby photos - love baby pics - cute chubby little chops and huge eyes!

Rachel Fox said...

OK...maybe next week...my scanning powers are drained for now...
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Niamh B said...

She looks a stunner alright, and an interesting life she led - glad you introduced her.

Liz said...

She really is gorgeous, isn't she, can totally imagine the red hair. My gran had red hair also and I have a similar type of photo of her ...
The photo below of you and your mum is really nice too. I love getting lost in boxes of photos when I go back to Donegal, must sort them out and maybe do some
scanning this Summer.