This week's Sepia Saturday prompt features a man sitting at a desk. It immediately brought back memories of my father, sitting at his bureau - a wedding present from my mother in 1938. It remained with them through all their many house moves.
This is not a great quality photograph (taken off a slide)
but it is the only one I have of Dad at his bureau, c.1961.
I
can date this photograph to around 1961, as it was in our new home in
Edinburgh, shortly after we moved there from the north of England. My
aunt (Dad's sister in law) died of lung cancer. Dad, who had been a regular smoker for over 20 years, immediately stopped
smoking and never touched a cigarette again.
Dad - John P. Weston (1912-2003) was born in Bilston, Staffordshire,
in the heart of the industrial Midlands, the third child of Albert Ernert Weston and
Mary Barbara Matthews. Shortly afterwards, his family moved to Broseley, near Ironbridge
in Shropshire. Dad was always very proud to have grown up in this
historical centre of England's Industrial Revolution.
River Severn flowing between Broseley and Ironbridge
The famous 100 feet span of the Ironbridge, linking Broseley and Ironbridge, completed in 1779.
My grandfather Albert Ernest Weston had a 35 minute walk (one way),
crossing the bridge to Coalbrookdale where he worked in the Power House.
Dad's work in sales eventually took him to Blackpool, Lancashire where he met my mother in the famous Tower Ballroom and they married 18th April 1938.
The bureau wedding present became an important part of the furniture. Dad
had left school at 14 years old to work in a local grocer's shop. Like
many of his generation, he continued his education in a "self taught"
manner. He also had an interest in journalism and it was a familiar
sight to see
him seated at the small typewriter on his bureau. He was either ploughing through the
paperwork of his job (now a commercial traveller) or keeping in touch with his widowed mother, sister and brothers
by letter.
We moved around with my father's work from Blackpool to York and then
Edinburgh, with he and Mum retiring back to St. Anne's, Lancashire. Wherever we lived, Dad threw himself into the local community - he was a
people person, a "joiner" and an organizer of fetes and festivities in
the church and village - so out came the typewriter again for "to do" lists and press releases.
In later life Dad was a regular contributor of letters
to local newspapers - my mother was not too happy about this, as he
could get, in return, political brickbats from people of divergent
views. He also prepared talks on a variety of topics to present to local societies and I have the originals of his typed scripts.
Dad often talked about his boyhood and also of his war-time experiences and I am afraid it did
provoke the reaction “Not the war again,
Dad”. We also used to
joke about him being in the Intelligence Branch. It was only later that we came to realise
what a life-defining period it was and I persuaded him to write (type) his memoirs.
A page from Dad's typing of his early life
A memory of entering France shortly after D Day in 1944.
"On the Monday morning we zig-zagged
our way across the Channel (to avoid enemy submarines) and arrived off the
beach at around 11pm, some distance off our landing point. Sporadic bombing went on during the night from high
level German bombers. We slept where we could on the craft. Just as dawn was breaking, at 04.00am the captain started up the engines
(there was quite a roar) and we moved in
fast to the beach. The ramp was
dropped, we drove off - and we were in France!"
I am so pleased I have these now, as they, with the correspondence
between my parents (discovered after their deaths), formed the basis of
two narratives I have written based on Dad's memories.
My parents - a photograph taken 1965 on the day of my graduation from university.
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Mum
and Dad with the telegram from the Queen to mark their 60th wedding
anniversary in 1998. Sadly my mother died shortly afterwards.
But
Dad's bureau remained a potent symbol of their marriage and the happy family
life they created for my brother and myself and I have Dad's memories
recorded on his little typewriter.
Our family in 1965, taken just before I set off for a year in the USA.
Dad
died in 2003 a the age of 91. He would love to have experienced the world of blogging
and I like to think I have inherited his interest in writing and recording
our memories. Thank you, Dad.
1971 - A proud Dad and a proud daughter
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I enjoyed following your parents as they aged through your photos. What happened to your father's desk? Did anyone keep it?
ReplyDeleteI hope you do share what became of your father's desk.
DeleteUnfortunately I don’t Know what happened to the bureau. My parents downsized from a spacious bungalow to a one bedroom apartment in sheltered accommodation and had to jettison much of their furniture. My brother and I lived some distance away and were unable to help in the process. The bureau dated from 1938 and had been well used.
DeleteWhat a wonderful post! Absolutely perfect with the perfect picture matching the prompt to go with it! Your Dad really would have loved the world of blogging. If his typewriter fit on that lovely wedding bureau, a laptop certainly would. :) And yes, does someone still have the bureau?
ReplyDeleteI have an old bureau somewhat like that which belonged to my great-grandmother. A bit too high to be comfortable for writing more than perhaps a postcard, though!
ReplyDeleteFound a couple of life happenings in your writing to my life stories. My mother died 8 days before my parents 60th wedding anniversary, it was a very sad time for Dad and all of us although we still got together as family was coming to the open house tea we were going to have for their anniversary and it was our Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend. And my father died 6 years later when he was 92.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post and photo of your dad at his bureau. I was also pleased to see the other photos of your parents and the two narratives based on their correspondence. I have some of my father's letters. This gives me an idea of how I might share them with family.
ReplyDeleteA fine tribute to your dad. Lately I've been thinking how the art of writing by hand has declined so much that we no longer have paper records like letters or diaries which let us see a personality revealed in handwriting. And as your dad's memoirs show, even typewritten accounts can say a lot about a person. Email? Not so much.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this, Sue. Lots of memory and history recorded on that typewriter on the bureau.
ReplyDeleteI love that you share this interest with your Dad. "Dad would've loved this" is often said around family history and genealogy discoveries in our family too.
ReplyDeleteDo you still have his bureau? What a treasure.
Sorry, no. My parents moved into a one bedroom sheltered housing apartment and much of their furniture had to be jettisoned .i just don’t know what happened to it. I suspect it may have been passed onto someone locally. Both my brother and I lived some distance away.
DeleteWhat a great post, compiling furniture and other events, including biographies! I'm commenting Feb. 5, and have made an SS post today on the Jan. link...do you know what happened to SS this week?
ReplyDeleteThank you all for all your kind comments. I was touched by the lovely responses to my post and to the tribute to my father.
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