Recreate a childhood memory in a photograph.
Possibilities:-
- The house I was born in. Huge ox eye daisies growing over the front wall. The rag and bone man’s horse eating the flowers with commentary.
Picture of horse and cart at Beamish Open Air Museum perhaps. It’s not far from here. - Taking my younger brother to school on his first day. He is only 18 months younger than me.
Picture of grandchild in school uniform – with commentary. - The smell and taste of my yellow table at my primary school in December 1952 during afternoon nap time.
Yellow square – with commentary. - The first time I stood on top of a mountain – Barbon Fell September 1963.
Picture taken from the top of Barbon Fell from my archive with – commentary. - Wearing my Dad’s broken watch to school and playing with it all to learn to tell the time.
A broken watch if I can find one in the market. - Sitting quietly all day one Saturday and Reading The Swiss Family Robinson from cover to cover.
An armchair - Playing with my penknife and carving bits of wood.
- The first time I ate a banana.
- The end of sweet rationing in 1953 and Mum giving each of us a caramel as we went out to school in the morning.
- Watching my parents drive away leaving me at the boarding school for the first time, age 13. I’d had cider with my lunch and I was not entirely sober.
Final choice:
I don’t know where this knife came from. Perhaps I saw it in a drawer and decided to adopt it. It is very sharp indeed. I don’t think my parents knew I had it or, if they did, they thought I was sensible enough to have it. I never cut myself with it.
Knives were strictly forbidden at my boarding school but I managed to keep this knife with me all the time I was there. Keeping such a thing secret was a victory over a system that I hated. At least in this one small case I was winning.
M says it represents some kind of craft work while I just think of it as messing about with a forbidden knife and getting one over on authority.