Sunday, 2 June 2013

The 1939 house

A bit of a cock up. I was going to add my photo's to this post, but forgot, and started a new post. I will leave this here, as people have commented on it.

I've had a spivving afternoon, I took a trip back in time to 1939. Joanna lives in a small terraced house here in my village, and today she had an open day. I first met her a few months ago on the bus coming back from town, and immediately fell in love with her style. Her clothes were from the thirties, and her makeup and hair was in keeping with the whole thirties look. Yesterday I saw her again and she told me about the open day. I have taken lots of photo's but it will take me a while to sort them out. In the meantime, you may like to look at this web page which will give you a taste of 1939. I will add my photo's to this post when they are ready, possibly tonight.

Joanna's 1939 house is here.

Catch you later.

7 comments:

  1. That all looks amazing, I look forward to your pictures.

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  2. A treat indeed from what I have just seen by clicking on your link. Ditto to Sue's comment.
    Love from Mum
    xx

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  3. Looks fascinating, like living in a museum?

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  4. Danneke here,
    Oh what a wonderful reminder of how we used to be infact Ilona I still use some of the things I had from my mothers home. Things were made to last in those days I still have my sideboard which I bought 2nd hand when I had a cottage in Halifax, its polished walnut wood and I am sure it will outlast me I would love to have a look at this house and I am looking forward to seeing your pictures Ilona.

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  5. cant wait to see the pics

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  6. Joanna's sink is exactly the kind that I want in my 2013 house! Seriously, it is so large and so useful... thanks for the link Ilona. I look forward to seeing your photos. x

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  7. Oh my!! I remember all of those things, including playing round the clothes horse and knocking it onto the open range. My brother in law lost a thumb after trapping it in the mangle as a child. The neighbour's little girl was burnt to death when a candle set her nightie on fire. And yet we still look back with true fondness.

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