Girl from Bristol

liverpool street

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 12:46:39 -0800

roots

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 12:36:32 -0800

FFT

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 12:32:01 -0800

making bark II

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 15:52:54 -0800

spire

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 09:00:17 -0800

making bark

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:50:25 -0800

hold a tree

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:47:48 -0800

our canvass in the woods

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:57:45 -0700

notting hill

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:50:54 -0700

carnival

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:40:08 -0700

before the parade

my friend wayne

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:37:01 -0700

urban

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:34:00 -0700

rainbow

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:31:13 -0700

st pauls

goingout

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 06:58:48 -0700

shop around

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 04:55:46 -0700

Wild

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 14:55:11 -0700

music and lines

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 14:53:31 -0700

Our family tree

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:50:16 -0700

...I sat next to her, she's very small now, it's true that old people shrink, she was never big but now I tower over her. I asked her how old she was, she smiled and said 'I thought I'd never say this but, im 90' I was surprised, I knew she must be over 80 but I was suddenly very proud of her, although I'm not quite sure why. I told her I was going to do our family tree, she started to recall again her mother and father, giving me their names and when they must have been born. She started to tell me that she was about 3 when her dad came back from the Navy to discover there was trouble and fighting in dublin, former Kingstown (now called Dun Laoghaire after a ship that was torpedoed in its bay in 1915) he made the discision that it was not safe for his young family so moved them to Bedfordshire in England. She has a memory of being held in hospital while gunman were firing at eachother just outside the window. Before they left Ireland her family at that time consisted of her mother Ethel (family name Crook), who brought her up along with her grandmother Georgina (family name Grifiths), her Aunty Eileen and Eileen's husband Frank. As well as a great uncle Frank and aunty Eileen, Who are seen as children in her albums, these children were left when very young with her grandmother when her own mother went to live in Canada. She is happy when talking about her past because her long term memory is good, she tells me that her and Howard would climb trees in their home village of Woban sands. She says they were close as children but lost touch until they met again after school when she took an apprenticship at the nearby town's hair salon, his father had got him a job at the local barber's and they began to date. Her feet get cold and she wraps a blanket around them telling me about the cockroaches in her flat when she left home to be with the village boy she loved.

remembering Harry

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 20:17:12 -0700

...I wan't to be somewhere else, at my nan's house having tea and cake. I want to take her picture with my new camera but she is always resting, she's a proper lady, she has to do her hair for pictures. I don't know how old she is, it must be over 90. I know she's not as well as she was when we used to walk accross fields with the dogs in Somerset, we'd pass neighbours and they'd talk while I played with Patch he was black and while and very clever, he understood everything I told him. She likes to look at her photo album and tell me about her family, how her dad didn't speak to her because 'the Victorians were that way'. How she fell in love with a boy who's family had no money and was ordered not to see him so decided to leave them to be with him. How she never loved another man and how he was sent away to africa to fight the war from the desert for 5 years and met his first son only when he came home to London. My grandad Howard or Harry as he liked to be called, was a man of stature, very tall and with giant feet, I used to think he looked like a soldier. He wore plus fores and an eye patch and used a knobly wooden stick when he went out. A funny man, wise and kind of heart. We used to walk to a house in the woods where an old lady made us honey on toast with milky tea. He would tell me that when I was born he was out on a boat fly fishing and had an enormous pain in his tummy at the very moment I was delivered, he'd say it was not just a coincidence. My dad looked up to him, so did I.