08 April 2012

easter egg

Colleen and egg, vertical
To be honest, I'm relieved that the weather is more seasonally cool and changeable. I felt that spring had rather pounced on me while I was not quite ready.  While it was lovely to lounge around and get out in the sun, it just did not feel right. This way, I can ease myself into April at a more gentle pace.  So I found myself indoors this afternoon, looking for some stuff  in the cellar with my son, and found the box of old photographs that I had been seeking. I'd particularly wanted to find this photo of me and the vertical egg, taken in the back yard of John's old house.  

You may be able to tell that I am very delighted, and quite justifiably so, for this was the first egg that our chickens had laid for us.   We had agreed to take the girls from the young couple in the health food shop at the back of St Dunstan's church, as it happens one of my favourite nooks in the borough. They were "emigrating" to the Hebrides* and wanted a new home for their three Rhode Island reds.  We recklessly said yes and brought them home in a couple of crates. When we told John's mum, she just swore, then giggled, and joined in the fun. We found some wood - there was always wood around the streets in Wapping in those pre-recycling days. And soon the henhouse was up in the garden of the house next door which had been empty for years.  The chickens settled in and before long the eggs started to arrive, to everybody's great pleasure, especially mine.

I'm very young, only about twenty or so in this picture, but what I find funny is that clearly my sartorial preferences were already well established: the woolly cardi, brought home from a cycling tour around Ireland the year before, the spotty scarf, the fingerless gloves (I still have them, though they need a bit of mending), the workwear.

Colleen and egg, horizontal
Simple pleasures.  Happy days.

*Years later I saw an article in a newspaper about a little girl who was the only pupil at a school on a remote island - it was their daughter.  I often wonder what happened to them next.

8 comments:

Felicity Ford said...

These photos are an amazing find. Before I even read the post, I thought that the egg in the top photo must have been a first laid egg or similar, because of your jubilant expression. How I love that white painted wall behind you, the wild dark hair, and your sartorial choices.

Menopausalmusing said...

A belated "thank you" for your link to the Lady Isabella Bird Travel Quilt. When I clicked on the link I had a real "eek!" moment..... isn't it just a wonderful piece of work?!?

Re your photos in this post: aren't old photos lovely? I published one (way, way back) of me wearing Scholl exercise sandals in the seventies and have recently had mail from a lady asking for a copy of it. It brought back such lovely memories...

Rattling Om said...

It's funny isn't it that we took so many fewer photos in the past that we can remember them specifically. Glad you shared these with us.

Lara said...

I love these pics. They are so gorgeous. (And I love the captions - vertical!) Tee hee.

Anonymous said...

Hello. You are spot on about the clothes. I do try and dress like a grown-up but I'm only really happy in jeans and a rugby shirt (at 52).

Hope the egg tasted good!

Jill

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Such glee !!
I'm very taken with the wooly jumper . I wonder if I'm up to cycling right round Ireland to get one , though . Perhaps a gentle pedal through Greystones ...

rachel said...

A lovely post, and a lovely memory too.

Annie @ knitsofacto said...

Missed this ... love it! The egg, the chicken story, the sartorial choices ... sort of an embryonic Colleen, or at least an embryonic Rus in Urbis Colleen.