So, here we are, December the 1st, and the first door on the advent calendar. It’s so exciting isn’t it, I bet you can’t wait to see which door this is,
I really like this photograph, it’s all about my Dad, his brothers and sister and his childhood. It’s where he grew up, the family moved around a lot but from what I can make out the Dinnis family moved here around the mid – late 1930s.
At first sight you might think the camera is being held at an angle, but actually it’s one of the steepest streets I’ve known! And at number 38 I don’t know how my grandmother coped with carrying her shopping home up that hill.
My memories of this house are formed from being taken every Sunday, after I’d been to Sunday school by my dad. We would get the bus, visit Nannie and Uncle Jack and go home to meet mum, who had been to church and was preparing our Sunday dinner.
Dad had a key, he would open the front door and in we would go. Through the hall way, past the door to the front room, and into the back room. Which was where the family lived. It seemed like everyone kept a ‘front room’ for best. What a waste of a room, but it seemed to be what everyone did back then.
Some other main memories of Blaker Street are of always being given a glass of Tizer and a kit-kat.
Here is the door we will be opening tomorrow: