On the first family trip to England, Mum had us pose in front of Buckingham Palace while she attempted to take a picture of Dad, Sister and me against the backdrop of the Changing of the Guards.
The guards had changed and gone their way by the time the picture focused to satisfaction. Sister and I teased her about it for years to come.
Smile please …
Everyone was using pocket cameras. Sis and I were embarrassed by the ghastly contraption Mum still wielded with pride!
We flew on to Singapore where Dad bought us girls a Kodak Instamatic with disposable flash bulbs.
Colour pictures … yay, finally!
Shudder to think of the environmental impact from all the used flash bulbs we gleefully dumped in the trash can.
Mum discovered the joys of photography around age 12 when she got a gift of a Brownie camera.
She still had it when Sis and I were kids …
Mum’s crisp black-and-white photos display an instinct for capturing the ‘moment’ and an unerring eye for placing and composition.
When sister and I were little, Mum acquired the Yashica, also sort of box-camera-ish.
Sleeker, less ‘primitive’, more sophisticated …
It took ages to focus with Mum staring into the open Yashica ‘box’ in her hands, at an upside down image.
She’d murmur, “Smile, smile” through fixed grin and puckered brow, our features remaining in frozen limbo until we heard the click and a cheerful ‘thank you’!
Felt like forever!
Mum often said she wanted to get an ‘unawares’ shot.
Sister and I heard … underwears!
We hadn’t the foggiest notion what she meant.
She caught us unawares all right. The delightful album-memories bear testimony to the fact.
Mum’s was the era of stay-at-home mothers. Those who were in the professions were nevertheless the proud masters of the housewifely arts. They cooked, sewed, hung for hours on the telephone with other women, shared recipes, discussed the current price of important commodities like sugar, rice and eggs, wrote lengthy, polite letters and never forgot birthdays and anniversaries.
At family concerts we kids ‘did’ Mum and aunties talking on the phone …
When Sister and I got married, we each received a special gift from Mum. An album of photographs – mostly black and white photos and some washed out Kodak and Polariod colour pictures – each one tailored to document our lives from birth to early adulthood.
All meticulously labelled …
With Mum’s unexpected passing two years ago, I lost my best friend and discovered a treasure trove of old pictures while cleaning out cupboards and putting things in order for Dad.
Eyes popped out of my head as a pictorial record of family history unfolded …
Entered a new realm. Memories of bygone days surfaced from boxes, dusty files and disintegrating albums.
Mum’s voice recounting fragments of family legends echoing in the recesses of my mind …
The past came alive in a way that didn’t seem possible. Moments in time frozen on faded bits of glossy paper, pictures worth thousands of words.
Family. Grandpas, grannies, aunties, uncles, cousins …
Weddings were a huge deal, grand affairs. Guest lists could run into the hundreds. Your parents’ friends and business associates and in-laws’ in-laws might be invited. And the neighbours, of course.
No fib. Honest!
Little girls were dressed to the nines in scratchy, organdy dresses often ‘smocked’ by hand, with stiff ‘can can’ skirts underneath. A nightmare to sit down in.
Detested those cancans …
Engagements were solemn, formal family affairs, with a priest/ minister to officiate.
Pretty much as binding as the marriage ceremony itself …
You were as important to the aunties and uncles as their own offspring –
The aunties even cared enough to tell you off as if you were their own!
Chances are your best friend was a cousin, the one closest in age to you –
Such secrets you’d share!
You both could be flower girls together, several times over –
Two for the price of one!
No need to wonder why Getting Married and Having A Baby used to be our favourite dress up games!
We created our own entertainment, inspired by the Enid Blyton books we devoured. An active imagination and a bunch of henchmen was all a handful of cousins required.
We all loved to read.
No one called you a nerd or geek. It’s what kids did …
Endless doll’s tea parties –
Never seemed to outgrow the toys and board games. Played with them for years.
Those were the days …
Don’t recall ever being bored as a child.
Two cousins, Sister and I once crawled into our pretend kitchen, a curtained alcove under a desk space, to melt squares of chocolate over a burning candle.
Melted chocolate is delicious spread over Marie biscuits …
We could have set the house on fire.
When best friend/ cousin set up a lab at home, you followed suit.
My lab sat on a rickety table in a corner of the kitchen …
Best friend/ cousin obtained test tubes from her dad’s clinic. Litmus paper too. And needle-less syringes. She always shared.
We performed acid/base watch-the-colour-change litmus experiments with vinegar and lime juice …
There were those school-holiday cousin sleepovers, Monopoly games that went on for days, birthday parties and breathtaking birthday cakes –
Rocking horses and fluffy pets –
Piano lessons and picnics, seaside frolics, Sunday School. And cousins, cousins, cousins –
A kinder, gentler time, a different world. No TV.
Innocent and enchanted …
Though a late bloomer, I think I’ve inherited Mum’s love of photography and her desire to record the precious, never-to-be-replicated moments.
And like Mum, I’m in less than a handful of photographs in my immense digital library!
So thankful for this gift of photo-memories from the past.
Much to remember, much to write about. That’s what next times are for.
So until next time,
I am speechless!! It’s like I was traveling with you!! Photographs were so lovely and filled with beautiful memories and love!! Crafted beautifully!!
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Thank you for taking us back to your Childhood Selina and some wonderful memories, I was wondering what part of the Fudge are you? Lol
Blessings – Anne.
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What a wonderful site you have! The family photos and stories are awesome. Uncle Selva is quite handsome — I must say 🙂
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Lovely memories – enjoyed the old photos and the stories behind them!
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Sonali, This is a precious piece on our family that was, in days gone by. Those days will never be back especially that so many of them have passed on (makes me teary) and the rest of us are scattered in Canada, UK, Australia, USA, New Zealand and even in Sri Lanka where a handful decided to stay on, despite the odds. Keep writing and refresh our memories and thanks for sharing all those great pics. Uncle and I love your blog . Hugs, Babby x
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Hi Cuz, I loved reading your blog and looking at all these wonderful old pictures of days gone by, thanks for sharing. How young everyone is, you were such a cute little girl, as was your sister. I love the fact that I recognize many names and faces. That was unexpected. All I can say is, keep ’em coming 🙂 Love, Mali
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Really enjoyed this piece. What a lot of happy memories and a precious gift from your Mum. Loved it!
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So awesome – a real trip down memory lane!!!
On Wed, Apr 12, 2017 at 2:46 AM, Never 2 Old 2 Dream wrote:
> Selina Stambi posted: “On the first family trip to England, Mum had us > pose in front of Buckingham Palace while she attempted to take a picture of > Dad, Sister and me against the backdrop of the Changing of the Guards. > The guards had changed and gone their way by the time the” >
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Great photos and a treasure trove of memories.
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I so loved these, my dear friend. This is so special because it reminded me of my growing up. Yes, my cousin was one of my best friends, she was a year older than I. The family pictures, oh those black and white pictures were pathetic, but still so special. Then there were the relatives, everyone was aunt so and so or uncle, never mind that they were in no way related, but they were your parent’s friends, or they were a much older cousin. Your post captured these all so well. Then of course, those weddings where everybody and their dog were invited. Cousins six times removed, it seemed, but they were family, and yes the in-laws’ in-laws. You got that right. Loved it, you really took me back to another era.
Blessings
Joan
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Hi Sonali! Oh how I love your blogs! You were such a cute little girl and you still look the same (so youthful I mean). I loved how you showed the evolution of cameras. My memories were right along with yours and I also have an old photograph album with all those black and white pictures that are literally stuck to the page 😄. Have a blessed Easter my precious Sonali! Love Cathy 💞
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