Great Grandfather’s Dancing Dog
My grandfather was a man of great presence.
He liked good manners, courtesy, politeness and was often intimidating.
He spoke of his own father (a man I never met) with quiet respect. He spoke of being spanked and punished for his frequent cheeky outbursts. He described an austere man who I had always assumed was remote and authoritarian.
After my grandfather died, I found these:
They are little cards with carefully illustrated pictures of animals – much in the style of Enid Blyton – aren’t they gorgeous!
On the back of each, if you can make it out, is an inscription:
Not so remote and austere after all huh!
I think my favourite character is the little dancing dog 🙂 I’ll never know what he named them and if he did little stories to go with them, but I can’t help smiling when I look at them.
Such a wonderful insight into the past. Three cheers for the goose in the hat.
Hear Hear! x
These are gorgeous, what lovely memories and a nice thing to find x
Sounds so much like me: strict and bossy, with bouts of remorse that drive me to massive efforts at love-demonstration!
Lovely though, and how touching to have those to refer to and remember by 🙂