Little bro & I weren't on holiday in the photo above, we were staying with our Auntie who lived in a caravan. I never really understood why two of my aunties & my Mum & Dad (before bro came along) lived in caravans. We weren't travellers. Then again, we weren't wealthy. But why caravans? Then yesterday, I broke the ceiling of my usual £1 second hand book budget and blew a massive £2.50 on a 1950s "Better Home Making" book by Newnes.
Inside is a quaint article about caravans - of course I was initially drawn to the fab retro photos. Then I read the text. What a shocker. Entitled, "Your Caravan Home", the article speaks about the housing shortage and the sub-standard rental accommodation which was often all that was available. It sang the happy alternatives of living in a caravan. I cannot imagine how bleak it must have been for a young couple with a tiny baby living miles from anywhere, without a car, in a flimsy and doubtless far from luxurious caravan. I have heard anecdotes about how we all awoke with frost on our faces. Tall stories perhaps, but thankfully being just a baby, I was too little to remember. I remember the above photoshoot, though. My uncle was keen on photography. His camera ready, we were instructed to sit still & my baby brother kept kicking his legs. You can see my arm round his side, trying in vain to hold him still. I look at this photo with tiny tears in my eyes, and not all of them due to nostalgia. So grateful for my own beautiful home, and so sorry we have a housing shortage once more. Let those of us with a nice roof over our heads count our blessings and remember all those needing somewhere to live. x