Been blogging for nearly four years now, with facts, memories and happy moments recalled from my lifetime; memoirs of the charmed life we had, growing up in the protected glow of family life in South Africa.
Yes, a protected glow! Good times!
Four children allowed to tentatively experience life outside the nest, at their own pace; often pulled back into line sharply if “their life experience” was moving a little faster than Mom or Dad expected it to!
My stories will never be over the hill; never be too old to enjoy and always bring a smile to someone’s face; even if it is only YOU! I didn’t expected a wide audience, just the right audience when I began to blog.
We never miss something until it is gone. An old saying, but true. Sometimes we were too busy to stop, listen and hear the whole story as it was related, and I regret this today. For that reason, I would hope that these recollections will be of some use to someone in years to come; someone who regrets!
This ‘never over the hill’ piece of clothing still hangs on a hanger, but could grace the floor of any ballroom, given half the chance. Feel the texture hear the rustle of elegant silk taffeta! In the 1950’s this fabric was only manufactured in Italy or France.
I have the honour today of presenting a Vintage dress of the best; with a history and the added speciality that I have that very dress right here and now: compliments only to my sister, who kept it safe all these years!
The gentle flow of ballgowns the rustle of the satin, hear it, touch it feel it! I did. It used to hang right at the very back of her wardrobe in a plastic cover all the years we were together growing up. One special dress, that was Mommy’s.
She would have been 100 last year.
Memories return of the friends she was with, I wonder about where they met and what they had to chat about. Their names were Vera and Murial; and her’s was, Eleanor. Old fashioned names, you say? No, right in fashion then!
Taffeta is crisp and smooth, keeps it shape and looks almost starched; made from silk and now polyester products too. But I would say this is silk!
First her dress was full length, then cut to ballerina length; to stay in fashion. No, she was never dull, never drab. She was colour co-ordinated and a real lady; and only now, with this dress is my posssession, do I realize how small she was then!
That night as she dressed, we would have been whinging away because we had to go to bed; making her life difficult as we jumped and played around the room getting in her way; wanting to hold her chosen pieces of jewellery and asking for lipstick, actually just making her late.
The little ones would want more cuddles, and she gave them gladly, as Daddy rushed her out the door. But not before she slipped us a sweet or two.
Great for tooth decay late at night!
Dancing the night away to the Foxtrots, Quickstep and Waltzes as they were the dances of their time. Some special artists they loved were Ruby Murray, the Irish singer and Dad’s tenor favourite was Mario Lanza. Mommy loved Danny Boy; but this one by Ruby is exceptional, with memories of home. ‘Doonaree’. Click here to listen.
(My apologies for the Ad at the start of the song; patience!)
My entry for Alphabe Thursday at Jenny’s- For N for New, and O for Old!!