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Project - At home with the Holmes - Color Combo #75



I'm sitting here in stunned silence - every once in a while I read someones journaling and the story just takes my breath away. Thank you for including it in its entirety! Love the torn edge and the clusters of elements. Just a wonderful LO. TFS

Great LO!
I love reading your journaling!
And an awesome design made to include a lot of text!

What a great photo, Suzanne! Love the color scheme with this pic, and your journaling is so wonderful and detailed. Love the cluster of goodies near the pic.

Such sweet memories! I am glad you do have that one photograph of the three generations. Love that you added all that journaling to this, such an important page! well done!

So love this, love the overall design, the journaling, all of it!

Beautiful layout, great photo, and wonderful journaling! I love the lacy border, and the flowers and butterfly are great too!

Project - At home with the Holmes - Color Combo #75
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Project - At home with the Holmes - Color Combo #75
by fruitysuet
posted 06/09/08 at 08:00 AM
Galleries: Scrapbooking

My page for the color combo challenge this week [] <br>

Okay sorry it looks a bit boring cos of the huge amount of text but this is the ONE AND ONLY photo of me with my parents and this set of grandparents (and there are none of me with the other set of grandparents) so this page just had to include all the memories. PPs Making Memories, KI Memories, Doodlebug frill (with faux stitching, my machine messed up two other frills so I gave up on that idea in the end!). The small title block created in PSE5 using 2ps dirty laundry frame and fonts Times New Roman and Ballpark. A few bits and bobs and a strip of lace. <br>
Journaling <br>
I have no recollection of this photo being taken. I guess we would be at my Grandma and Grandad Holmes' (seeing as we are with them and there is a brick building in the background like they had) but it could have been at another relatives in Riddings, the village where they lived. I'm not sure who took the photo, must have been a neighbour or relative and with their camera too as my grandparents nor my parents possessed a camera whilst I was so young.<br>
It is the only photo I have of the five of us together. And it brings back memories. Memories of the Saturdays spent travelling to and from their house. We would have to take two buses to get there (or three if it was Winter, taking one from our house on Kirks Lane into Belper). I remember the chilly wind that cut through to the bone whilst waiting for the connecting bus at Ripley market place. Surely one of the coldest places on earth - or so it seemed to me at the time!<br>
My grandparents lived in the same house for most of their life, the house that my Mum was brought up in (after it was knocked down they were re-housed in an old people's bungalow on near enough the same plot of land). It seemed quite big to me at the time but in retrospect it was only a small two bedroomed cottage with two rooms downstairs (I can only remember two rooms downstairs anyhow). And I can't remember playing outside in a garden so I think it only had a yard (where, according to Mum, they kept and slaughtered a pig each year when she was a child, to help with rationing).<br>
So what do I remember? Old black and white cowboy films on the television followed by wrestling matches, my Grandad's tv programmes of choice. Having a little set of colouring pencils kept in a wooden box together with colouring books to keep me amused. Walking down the little lane to the higgledy piggledy shop on the corner that sold such delights as chalks and marbles. Searching for treasures in the same unpaved lane; collecting and washing all the little bits of broken china that I found. Walking further into the village to the Co-op and Post Office and getting a little sweet treat (Iced Gems, Jellytots and Poppets were my favourites. And nights spent in watching my parents and grandparents playing dominoes and cards (and joining in myself for a little while when I got older). I would sit and colour or, when it got late, lie on the settee and try to sleep through the bantering between the couples when the cards didn't go their way.<br>
Occasionally we would go out for the night to the Miners Welfare in Jacksdale. A smoky, noisy and bustling place. Grandma loved going there; she loved playing on the slot machines. I would stand next to her and sometimes she would let me press the buttons (not often) though I did come in useful, waiting by the machine to stop anyone else playing on it whilst she went to the bar to get more change when her coins had run out!<br>
I also remember quite vividly joining my Grandad on his allotment (he actually had two allotments next to each other). As a coal miner he was exempt from becoming a soldier and going to war. He worked night shift too so he had plenty of day time to spend tending to his fruit and vegetables - not flowers - rationing during and after the war meant that growing food is what it was all about and he continued to do so for many years afterwards. He grew all sorts. He had plum, apple and pear trees, gooseberries, redcurrant, blackcurrants, blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, tomatoes, beans, peas, potatoes, the list goes on. I loved going down with him; he always made me feel special by choosing for me the sweetest tomatoes and strawberries to eat. I think as much as anything, the allotment was his “escape” from my Grandma, who was rather a strong and domineering woman!

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