hammersmith bridge, nice and early

my dear aunt mavis forward/ferguson/butler near blorenge ... and in 1943, with her mother violet, my grandmother

when mavis was very small, perhaps around the time that the great first world war was ending, mothers would dress their girls all in white at whitsun

some miners, bringing a wagon full of coal down from their hillside pit, discovered her dressed just so when she had wandered off too far from home that afternoon, and they brought her back sitting on top of their coal

she recalls that her mother "was not best pleased"