Another set of photos from the 1930s photograph album from an unknown family.
This time we are in Scarborough and once again the emphasis is on snaps of the family rather than scenic views. In a town like Scarborough there would be plenty of postcard views to buy and they were cheaper than taking your own photos and paying for film and developing and printing! As I have said before, I don't know these people but in my mind this is mother and daughter. Mother on the right is in turn the grandmother of the little girl that appears most often throughout the album.
Which makes this pair the daughter and father/grandfather. He likes a bit of fun does Grandad, as we shall see in a moment...
Grandma and Grandad. Grandma is wearing the cloche hat with the strange slits around the brim that in bright sunshine allow splodges of sunlight to shine on her face through the hat. Luckily the day is a little overcast today so we can see her face.
This visit to Scarborough must have involved an overnight stay. It could have been a weekend or even a full week's stay for we have had a change of clothes from the previous photograph. Grandma has taken off her hat and we can all marvel and wonder at the strange object to the left. A pet sloth...? A monkey with its head tucked in for a nap? A stoat perhaps that has eaten the cloche hat? And I haven't really worked out the nature of Mum's hat yet... Is it another cloche? At times it looks like a cloth headband with a curtain around the back and at other times it looks like her own hair escaping from the sides.
With Grandma and Grandad in Scarborough Castle. Grandad has remembered his old skills herding mountain goats in Afghanistan and even Grandma is keeping a sharp eye out for the goats which inexplicably are entirely missing from this picture...
By gum, it's a windy day - just look at that bit of castle leaning over... Mum, Grandma and little - drat I wonder what her name is - are standing at the entrance to the tower and leaning on the wooden rails for support in the wind.
That's better, Grandad, move a bit closer! Grandma has put her hat back on as the wind has dropped but there's no sign of that pesky monkey. Well, he'll turn up once he gets hungry enough no doubt...
We've moved further into the castle. That cloche hat is rapidly on and off like a yo-yo. It might have been the height of fashion in 1931, but without it Grandma is revealed as being quite attractive. Little - what's her name again? - is looking upwards. Has she spotted the monkey somewhere up on the tower?
In the exasperated yet amused words of children throughout the ages: "Ohhhh.... Grand-dad!!!
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