Sepia Saturday give bloggers an opportunity to share their family history and memories through photographs.
Books, studies and statuettes don't feature in my photographic collection, so I am playing it very safe with this prompt, by focusing on the key feature - long hair - or in my examples longish!
My great aunt Jennie Danson (1897-1986) was, by all accounts, quite a feisty character. She was the only daughter and last child of James Danson and Maria Rawcliffe of Poulton-le-Fylde, Lancashire, born on 24th December 1897, after eight surviving brothers - George then aged 3, Frank 5, Albert 7, Tom 9, William 12 (my grandfather), Robert 16, John 18 and Harry 20 - a large family in a small terraced house. Her father died when she was eight years old, and two brothers John and George died in the First World War.
In leaving school, Jennie went to work in Poulton Post Office. Her daughter Pam recalls a story that during the First World War, a telegram was received at the Post Office for Mrs Maria Danson. Fearing the worst, Jenny was allowed to run home with it. Fortunately it was good news to say that brother Frank was in hospital in Malta but was doing well.
Was this a group (below) of Jennie's work colleagues, given they were all dressed in the same skirts and blouses? Names on the reverse - Gerty Roskell, Jennie Danson, Annie Jolly, Margaret Porter, Madge O' Rourke, Edith Jackson, with Gertie and Jennie putting on show their long plaints.
A complete change of style and I love this photo (left) of Jennie, with the iconic 1920s hairstyle. She was determined to lead her own life, much to the dismay of her five unmarried brothers who were used to her running the home after the death of their mother (Maria) in 1919. Jennie married Beadnell (Bill) Stemp in 1929.
Pigtails to Ponytails characterised my look as a child, complete with kirby grips and ribbons. I was not allowed to wear it loose. However on village gala days and on special occasions, my hair was wound into rags overnight to hopefully create ringlets - which soon fell out.
By my early teens my hair was long. It was washed and rinsed in rain water or brown vinegar - my mother's idea of beauty treatment and it took ages to dry in front of the fire - no hair dryer to speed the process up. How on earth did the girl in the prompt photograph manage to dry her long locks in winter?
Below is the only photograph I have of me in my teens. You cannot see my pony tail down my back, but what struck me now is how similar the pose and fringe is to my Great Aunt Jennie's (above) some forty years earlier.
Some years later, I too went for the chop with this typical 1960's look.
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