I’m sitting on the doorstep, and I’m eating bread and jam,
and I’m not a-crying really, though I ‘spects you think I am.
I can hear the children playing, but they say they don’t want me,
‘cos my legs are rather little and I run so slow you see.
So, I’m sitting on the doorstep, and I’m eating bread and jam,
And I’m not a-crying really, though I ‘spects you think I am.
Marion St.John Adcock (1914) from ‘The Littlest One'
The little girl in the photograph has not been eating bread and jam, nor has she been crying She looks rather pleased with herself as she nurses her doll Rosie on the doorstep of the family home. This is my mother (born 1920) and pictured just a few years after the poem above was written. I have featured this picture before in Dolly Suite, where you can read more about Rosie and the terrible fate which befell her.
In the second picture, Mum and Rosie are joined by my grandparents and Mum’s brother Billy. There they all are framed in the doorway; a snapshot in time which captures a family group for posterity. Leafing through my albums I found we had quite a few doorstep or doorway shots and so I decided that this would be the theme I would choose from this week’s Sepia Saturday photo prompt.
Here’s Mum again, but this time with Dad, just outside the doorway of their first home together. When they were married in 1942 they lived with my grandparents and didn’t have a house of their own until some time after the War ended. This picture is taken in 1950 and Mum looks pleased with herself again - but so does Dad. They couldn’t afford to buy a house but rented a new council house in Nottingham. When the picture was taken they had been there two years and already made good friends with the neighbours.
When my firstborn arrived in 1977 I stepped outside for a few moments so that the proud father could take our picture in the late Autumn sunshine. Once again this was our first home, a detached house in Lincoln where my husband was serving in the RAF and where I had my first teaching post.
Two older doorstep pictures are in a post I wrote about my paternal great-grandfather, the shopkeeper in ‘Open All Hours’. This is possibly the favourite amongst my blogposts and the nonchalant pose my Great-grandfather is striking is wonderful. Unfortunately, when the pieces was published in the Bygones section of the Nottingham Post last March, it was the one picture the editor chose to omit.
Here’s another family favourite to finish with. This is the doorstep of my husband’s childhood home in Lancaster. It was a big old Victorian house with a porch large enough to play in. You can see the rather ornate tiles on which my son is sitting. My late father-in-law is cuddling my daughter, who has brought along her little red suitcase full of drawing paraphernalia. The clipboard behind her was made by her Daddy. My son probably had one as well but it looks as though he is intent on drawing on his bare toes, or worse still, his sandals. The patch of fur fabric peeping out from behind the red case is Blue Bunny, who now belongs to my grandson, and who has a post of all of his own in, A Makeover For Blue Bunny, over at my other blog. This picture was probably taken about 1981/2.
Don’t hang around on the doorstep too long. Come inside for a real Sepia Saturday welcome. See what other contributors have chosen for their theme from Alan’s photo prompt below. And if you have any pictures of cats getting in on the act, lovers embracing, soldiers’ farewells, or interesting doorways, please share them with us.