My mother's diary entries for 7th, 8th and 9th of May 1945. She was 20 years old and living in London.

May 7: Stand by for news all day. Very excited.

May 8: VE day. Terrific day – All go mad all night. See all sights.

May 9: VE+1. Dead tired but keep up pace – even better day.

a few early Polyfotos of my mother and my grandmother, probably dating from 1931/2 - wonderful spontaneity

I'm still not sure if this length of hair was my grandmother's or my mother's (my grandmother's hair was grey by the time I was born) but it's as shiny as the last time it was washed and set in waves.

#humanhair #familyarchive #keratin

this is my mother’s cloth tape measure, and the embroidered felt case (complete with tiny button and button loop!) that she made as a schoolgirl in the mid-1930s… a wonderful small reminder of an age of handmade detail in everyday objects – bringing so much pleasure still 😌

I found this silver and pearl clip in a little red leather case, in my mother's sewing box – I think she met Joe when my grandmother sent her away from London in 1939-40 (she was 15 when WW2 broke out).