Bridlington 1950

Do you remember those photographers who used to lurk on seaside pavements to snap holiday makers? This one is Bridlington, or 'Brid' if you are on familiar terms with it, on the East coast of Yorkshire, a favourite holiday destination from the West Riding of Bradford. In the 1950's we lodged with a lady called Mrs Barnett who cooked our meals but we had to supply the ingredients, food still being rationed. Dad kept hens so we could take our own breakfast eggs, and extra for Mrs. B. Usually we had one or other set of grandparents with us, or Mum's brother and the first of their four kids.

I'm still an only child at this time, sandwiched between loving parents. I loved our daily walk to the beach, being swung off my feet every few steps. Dad wore a 'sports' jacket with flannel trousers and sandals on holiday, and its unusual to see him without a tie. Mum had a lovely fresh red and white flowered dress with white peep-toe shoes, and her inevitable handbag, typical 1950's.

Today Dad would have been 91 years old. He died just before his 90th birthday. Good to remember and be thankful for happy times.
Quoting GMB again ~

'I have a deep-rooted belief that what has once existed can never die; not even the frailest things, spindrift or clover scent or glitter of star on wet stone. All is gathered into the web of creation.'

George Mackay Brown
'Northern Lights', 1999