One of the things I don’t have in my house is a mantelpiece. It’s a comparatively new house, which was one of the things I loved about it when I moved in. But I do miss a fireplace and a mantelpiece.
When I think of a mantelpiece I always think of my grandmother and her lovely home in Blaker Street, Brighton. My cousin recently sent me a couple of photographs of the interior of this house, taken on Christmas Eve 1959 and it got me thinking again about what was kept on this shelf above the fireplace.
Our grandmother kept photographs of all her family on the mantelpiece and the shelf above it. You can’t see clearly, because of the Christmas cards, but there is a photo of Sue, Ian, their mother Nancy and either my father, Gordon or his brother Ron. There is also a photo of me, and Sue found the original photograph that used to sit on the mantelpiece. Here it is:
There are more photographs of me that my grandmother kept, mainly school photographs taken at different ages. It is truly lovely to hold these photos and to know Nannie also held them.
I remember sitting in this room and thinking one day I would also keep family photographs on shelves in my own home.