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Old photographs

Today I’m going through a load of old papers and photographs. This is quite a task because I not only own all of the correspondence and pics I have gathered over the last 31 years, but most of my mother’s, my father’s, and a substantial amount of my paternal grandmother’s as well. I have been looking for food-related stuff but it’s hard not to get sidetracked by old love letters, travel journals, letters to your MP, that sort of thing. Anyhow, I took quick snaps of a few photos that caught my eye and I thought I would share them with you here, because, well, I’m a blogger. I apologise for the low quality, I was in a bit of a hurry.

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To kick off, here is a picture of me aged two-ish. I’m sat outside the Lewes Arms with my mum. The Lewes Arms is still one of my favourite boozers, and I was sat on this very spot late on Saturday night talking to some exceedingly posh festival goers. This photograph shows how far I have come in life.

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Here is me aged about three looking dangerous with a milk bottle.

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Me again! Proving that I was always a keen eater of crisps.

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And with my little friends, I’m on the left, facing the camera, eating.

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Here I am with my mum in what was my uncle Ben’s first workshop on Castle Ditch Lane in Lewes. I thought that place was so exciting: full of the smell of cut wood and loud machines. This photograph isn’t foodie but I’ve included it because it’s one of my favourites. I love the colours of my outfit and our Renaissance pose.

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Here is my mum on holiday in Crete before I was born.

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And here she is on that same holiday, enjoying a beef tomato. Mum always loved beef tomatoes, in summer we would often have salad caprese – with tomato, mozzarella and fresh basil – with hunks of bread to mop up the olive oil. Yum.

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A Christmas shot, with my maternal grandfather on the left having what looks to be a rather heated debate with my uncle Ben. My paternal grandmother is sat on the right looking a bit out of it. I also found my uncle’s obituary for my grandfather today. It’s incredibly well put, and made me laugh out loud when I read that as the son of a ship wright from Hartlepool ‘he complained of being plagued by his middle class children.’

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And here is another Christmas image of my mum gingerly offering up pud to my dad and her parents. Notice the wooden spoon rack in the background? I think this is quite a lovely coincidence because only yesterday I was absolutely smitten by the story of Barn the Spoon on Spitalfield’s Life.

Barn the Spoon hand-carves wooden spoons at his workshop in Hackney, and The Gentle Author wrote a post this week about the gorgeous spoon-rack that he installed in Leila’s cafe. Perhaps part of my attraction to this little story was a latent childhood memory.

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Lastly, for now, as I am sure I will find plenty more, here is a fantastic picture that sums up what utter hell supermarket shopping can be for those who use a wheelchair.

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About Chloe King

I'm a freelance writer, designer and webby type. I live with my husband and daughter in the south of England. I like to cook and can throw a good party.

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8 comments on “Old photographs

  1. July 23, 2013 at 5:47 pm

    Ahhhh Clo, these are just great. xxx

  2. July 23, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    Lovely photos, lovely memories too I’m sure. I am sitting here slightly freaked out though. Back in the olden days, Shake used to play bass in a ska-punk band and just last Saturday we caught up with some of the horn section. Someone mentioned that former drummer was now working as a spoon carver in London which we all thought sounded just like him 🙂 Turns out he works with Mr Barn the Spoon. SMALL WORLD, right? xoxo

    • July 23, 2013 at 9:16 pm

      Hahaha, that’s brilliant, I am so jealous of your Barn connection! It is indeed a small world, and a marvellous one for it. Will you get to meet the great man? I think you ought to pay your old mate a visit. xx

  3. July 24, 2013 at 1:43 pm

    I loved looking at these pictures Chloe. Old photos – even of people I don’t know – are fantastic (literal) snapshots of the past. I like to look at the backgrounds as much as the people.

    The one of you and your mum outside the Lewes Arms is my favourite. I like the way she’s wearing the wine-coloured scarf in her hair. I was struck immediately by how much you look like her. And it’s where we met too all these years later!

    I will now mostly spend my afternoon trawling eBay for a white and yellow striped dress and hit up Topshop for a pair of pale grey tights. x

    • July 24, 2013 at 2:28 pm

      Haha, thank you Kate, I agree, old photos are generally just irresistible to look at, no matter who they are of or where they are taken.

  4. December 27, 2013 at 6:17 pm

    Hi Chloe,

    Lovely to see the photos. Can you add some of your dad please?

    I have just been reminiscing, playing Forever ~Young

    Celia xxx

    • December 30, 2013 at 9:38 pm

      Thanks Celia, good to hear from you 🙂

      I’ll happily add some of Dad, trouble is he was usually behind the camera! There are a couple on this post about Barcombe Mills, taken a few years before I came along.

      Happy New Year to you, I hope you have had a good holiday.
      Chloe xxx

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