Did you guess? Did you realise it was me? No, of course you didn’t, how could you? You don’t know me well enough yet!
But thank you to the gorgeous Susan for adding me as her “tagee” in the Young at Heart Photo Album meme, started over at Sticky Fingers. Susan and Honey made a lovely homely photo – mine was a little stranger…
Susan mentioned that I was a fellow Scot. Well, I am. If you heard me, you’d probably guess that, although people have thought Irish, Australian and a whole range of other nationalities. My accent is somewhat interesting. Because despite being a Scot through and through, I’ve actually lived in the depths of the West Midlands since the tender age of 8. We moved down south for my dad’s job. But with passionate Scots as parents (and mum’s a Glaswegian to boot!) and two older sisters, my accent was never going to disappear.
When we moved south, we had to find new activities to fill our childish lives. After assessing the activities carried out by my new classmates, I joined Girls’ Brigade. Why, I’m not entirely sure… Anyway, that didn’t last long – there was no way I could keep my white gloves white and stay quiet enough in the Baptist Church when I was also expected to do the same again on Sundays at the Catholic Church!
My oldest sister, F, however, found that her classmates were all in a military band, run by one of their father’s. F joined, and loved it. I’d always loved music, and pestered to be allowed to go along too. F played, of all things, the E♭bass, one of the huge tuba things. I made the sensible decision to learn the piccolo, which you can see in the photo.
Why was this sensible? We travelled – a lot! And with limited adults around, you were expected to carry your own kit – instrument, music and uniform (including helmet and boots!). We went on European tours and played all over the place. Summer weekends were filled with trips to military tattoos all over the UK, but this photo wasn’t from so far afield – we also played in local parades for occasions such as Remembrance Sunday (the Last Post has always brought me to tears) and Shakespeare’s birthday and I think that this was perhaps one of them.
Whilst I loved the music and performing, it was the chance to be in a big group of kids, all having a giggle, and trusted by the adults to behave ourselves that was the best thing. The tattoos were like big country fairs, lots of stalls and games and the like. We’d spend all day wandering around, eating our packed lunches and generally having fun until it was time to perform. Then it was time to get polished up and stay in line!
Oh – and did I mention I have performed at the Royal Albert Hall on too many occasions for me to count? Again, the memories from that are not of the performance itself, but running around with my friends in the Gods and in the bowels of the Hall where the dressing rooms for the bands were – and the fact that because we would get home very late that night, the bus would stop at McDonalds on the way home to get us all some grub and to celebrate/commiserate our placing in the competition!
Anyway, enough about me. I need to hand you on to my tagee.
You will all know this person’s blog well, but will you recognise her?
She’s making cake in this photo, and although her blog title name-drops another foodstuff, I have it on good authority that her blog mentions cake around 94 times (thank you google!).
Please have a guess as to her identity, and leave your thoughts in the comments. Then go ahead and click on the photo to find out who the next tagee in the Young at Heart Photo Album meme is!