How could you not forget such an experience. We always seemed to have a battle with enough money at home. Mum always said that the main thing was to have a cooked meal on the table. We did, not exactly gourmet, but I survivied. However, we always seemed to have money for the little luxuries in life, such as a visit to a professional photographer to have your childhood established as a photographic memory.
The funny thing was looking back and meeting others from the same area, we all seemed to have our image established on a visit to the studio of Mr. Griffiths in the East End of London, Bow to be exact. The boys were pictured with a model car, the girls with a doll's house, or perhaps a doll (I was one of the lucky ones, I had the dolls house).
Of course I was dressed in the best clothes for the occasion according to mum's taste and the bow was my trade mark at that time. I think my mum had about ten bows in different colours, according to what I was wearing. She was a lover of bright colours, so if I was wearing a red dress, she would definitely decide on a yellow bow.
I remember the memorable occasion quite well. I stood next to the doll's house and the photographer told me to put my hand on the roof. I really think he was after a Pulitzer prize for photography. I notice the look in my eyes as if to say "this sucks" and I really think I was ready to throw the brick placed in front of the doll's house at the pseudo Ansel Adams if he had given any more instructions.
Anyhow I survived, dad paid the bill and we went home. Now roughly sixty years later I am glad to have this memory of my first model job. Unfortunately it remained as my only model job. I still wonder what the ornaments on the carpet next to the wall were supposed to represent.