Not long after Storms Gertrude and Henry, and hours before Storm Imogen, I was able to pop out for a little while to remind myself that this is still a beautiful part of the world, despite a seemingly endless succession of storms this winter.
I started this blog so that I could write. But photography has become equally important to me, and quite possibly, it is my photographs more than my words that attract visitors to my site. So I decided to go through the hundreds of digital photographs, all destined for the archives, to find just a few more worth sharing. Because I try not to publish pictures of people, then this small collection is mainly from the animal world, but I hope you agree that our animal friends make some rather nice pictures too.
It’s been several years since I lived in the city’s commuter belt. I spent many a fine day soaking up what it had to offer, either with friends, family, colleagues, customers or alone. It never loses its appeal to me, Continue reading
This was the first outing for my new camera. Perhaps I should apologise in advance to the city of Portsmouth, for I chose to visit when the sky was grey, before I had read the camera’s instruction manual, and when I was unable to enter and photograph the historic dockyard because we had taken our dog with us. Continue reading
Photo: Broad Street, Five Ways, date unknown (credit: BirminghamLives Archive).
This edited extract from my nan’s hand-written notes provides an example of the hard work women had to endure almost a century ago in Birmingham. To understand its context more fully, you may first like to read part 1 of this series.
Photo: Five Ways Junction in 1926 (credit: BirminghamLives Archive).
Emily Louise Robinson continued her story at her new house at Victoria Terrace, Osler Street, in Ladywood. As I have mentioned before, I have edited her original notes a little and owe a big thank you to local historian Carl Chinn who provided information and pictures to help me understand the context to this more fully. This is a story of how ordinary people struggled to survive in Britain’s second largest city just after the Great War, but I think it is also a story of a close-knit community where people lived, played, relaxed, traded, or worked together in the local area.
This is the second post about my nan’s childhood in Birmingham and the difficult conditions for many people who lived in this industrial city just after the First World War. I have once again made some small editorial changes to her original handwritten notes and added some photos which I hope help to present her work. The first post can be found here.