Yourself as a child - please contribute.

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These are the only childhood pics I have of myself, and/or that may exist. The only reason I have these is because an aunt (in the blue shirt) kept these. At this point, my "parents' probably burned any others that might exist lol!

I grew up in a very rural part of western Kentucky, about 8 miles from the nearest town (town had a population of about 3k people.)

The funny thing is, between the years 2006-2019 I worked at various Hot-Rod / Custom / Race shops and frequently was featured in a variety of magazines for cars I was involved with, built, or articles showing tech/how-to content. Pics of me doing that stuff probably outnumber childhood/personal pictures 1000 to 1.
 
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Here I am, aged five perhaps? Yes, three sisters, all wearing clothes made by my mother, who also made her own dress, and also knitted all the knitwear you see. Presumably, my father is taking the picture. I remember him having a camera like a Rollei, which we all took turns in looking down at the upside-down views. I actually remember those socks, which were in different shades of blue. Those who have observed my crazy hair these days, can here see that it was my mother who passed on those genes to me! Good to see me so happy! Not sure my mother is so happy. Things were about to unravel between my parents over the coming years, so it is easy for me to imagine that had already started, but perhaps not. I'd like to think there was a time when we were all happy together...

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I am sorry I cannot contribute, Rob. It's a lovely series and important. I was never that young and no one took an interest in any photography as I understand. The only one I can recall is me lying on a sheepskin, very young, at a professional photographer. 😁
 
What an interesting thread. Gianluca, your Manet is quite beautiful and the other image are fascnating, not just through personal interest. My contribution is of myself with my paternal grandfather who had trained as a chauffeur at the Napier works before WWI and had been involved with vehicles and the steam engine powering the local woolen mill all his life. I idolised him as you may imagine. He was also a keen amateur photographer so I may have him to thank for that gene.
 

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A picture from a Kodachrome slide taken by my Dad with probably a Retina C.
Me on the Torpoint chain Ferry on holiday in Seaton age 4! Note the Clarks sandals!
Dad normally used print film but for some reason he had a couple of rolls of slide film around this time.
Scanned with a Minolta Dimage Scan Dual IV and Vuescan Pro, Adjustments in Affinity Photo
Kodachromes stand up to ageing very well.
In the words of simon and Garfunkel, "Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away"
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Bill, I also was a choir boy and altar boy, and also had Clark’s sandals!
Rob, I think those things went with our generation! C of E High Church, didn't have altar boys in that outfit, however services were partly in Latin. Also made a fair amount of money (in a child's terms) attending weddings. usually had 2 or 3 every Saturday at half a crown each, paid quarterly!
 
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Ha, I like your thinking, Bill: it’s a business! Mine was a Roman Catholic Church, which sewed the seed of my Born-Again Atheism. :cool: Seems another lifetime away. But seeing your photos has rekindled memories for me, so thanks for that.
 
Ha, I like your thinking, Bill: it’s a business! Mine was a Roman Catholic Church, which sewed the seed of my Born-Again Atheism. :cool: Seems another lifetime away. But seeing your photos has rekindled memories for me, so thanks for that.
I joined the Merchant Navy as an Engineer Officer - made a career of it, however, being in the MN makes you extremely sceptical and being an engineer means that if you can't see it, touch it or detect it, it isn't there which kind of pushed me in the direction of Atheism too!
 
I was never an altar boy, but when I was growing up I would see them on the (Catholic) altar in their uniform as if they were saying Mass like the priest. I thought they deserved that role because of their merits, maybe they were in the odor of holiness, and I envied them a little. “Would that career be for me?” - I wondered - “And what do I have to do to get to tread the altar floor?”
No, I was not born to wear a uniform.
 
It all sounded great in Latin, beautiful incantations. Then the 2nd Vatican Council made a fatal mistake, decreeing the Mass should be in the vernacular. Then we realised what utter rubbish we had been chanting for hundreds of years! We left in droves.
 
I love that Kodachrome image, Bill. Your father was clearly a damn fine photographer.

I too had Clarks sandals just like those, but despite never being an alter-boy I still found a path to atheism: that happened at about the time I got the sandals in fact. I wonder...
 
I love that Kodachrome image, Bill. Your father was clearly a damn fine photographer.

I too had Clarks sandals just like those, but despite never being an alter-boy I still found a path to atheism: that happened at about the time I got the sandals in fact. I wonder...
Jesus boots?
 
And now for something different. I have made an attempt to colourise the black and white original. It is my first ever attempt so be gentle!

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