So, you want to know what’s behind the photo of wee Freddie BUCKANAN? Well, good luck—I’ve been trying to figure that out myself these 70 odd years but I’ll try again.
I’m standing on the door step of #5 George Place, Stevenston. The step is worn down from the feet of the Hamiltons, Claspers, Reids and Buchanans who have passed this way. We didn’t have a camera so I think this photo was taken by Alex Leslie—who at this time, (1937-38) was courting my sister Betty. One way of impressing the family was to lavish lots of attention on the wee brither vis-a-vis the camera.
I’m rather dressed up so I must be going somewhere—I’m wearing shoes and long woolen socks instead of my usual bare feet. My coat seems to match my breeks and I’m wearing a white shirt under a sweater—snazzy, don’t you think? Look at my cow’s lick— Betty probably fixed my hair that way. Perhaps I was going to Largs to visit my grand mother—or maybe I was going to Glasgow to visit Brother and Sister McGowan—fellow LDS members. Perhaps I was just “all dressed up with nowhere to go.” I turned 7 in 1938 so maybe I was in formal wear for my solitary birthday party. That’s enough about my reasons for standing on the step of oor wee “but an’ ben .”
If you could magnify my knees you’d see many a scar from falling while running. Betty was continually scrubbing and bandaging my knees to prevent them from getting infected. Notice my right eye—it’s a “lazy eye” condition which I still have—one eyelid is lower than the other. Note the large ears which I was very conscious of. I was teased by school mates who nicknamed me “elephant ears” or "Jumbo.”
Behind me you will see a paneled door—this separated our lobby from the “living/bed/kitchen/dining room.” The door to my right was the entrance to “the room,” where Bill slept and where I was born.
That’s about as much detail as I can conjure up about the meaning of this photograph. Alex must have taken it because it is perfectly centered—indeed, if I were to lift up my arms and spread out my legs I could become a junior version of Leonardo’s perfect human!!!!! ho ho ho.
Cheerio the noo.
I love this post about wee Freddie. Lots of good details for the kids to learn about Papa Fred growing up in Scotland.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Dad! I have never noticed that you have a lazy eye. Maybe Brielle gets her dress up from you? Perhaps you used to change into different suits 8 times an hour pretending to be a Prince. At least that is what I'm telling the Princess.
ReplyDeleteNot only did I dress up--I used my mither's hats and dresses to create a fantasy land. It was a great way to spend a rainy day in the west of Scotland (of which there were many). My favorite movie was Snow White, and I wanted to be a prince. My cousin Ian Kerr would never have participated in this but my friends in George Place did. We were more working class! My faither had an inventive frame of mind and this led him to be the first in George Place to have an electric light installed, to install brass thresholds in the doorway which we had to keep polished with "Brasso." He was also first to lay a concrete slab at our front door--instead of uneven bricks. (I'm standing on it.) He also campaigned to have a gas lamp installed outside No.5. So that's where I got the urge to get street lights in Yuma St?
ReplyDeleteMaybe I didn't get your ears, but I sure got your knobby knees.
ReplyDeleteAlso, are those socks the ones you still wear with your kilt? Now that's frugal!
- Alan
The post about wee Fred was written by him and not by Rama (as you can tell).
ReplyDeleteGreat idea for a blog, vonstimple! We'll look forward to reading more about wee Freddie on future posts!
ReplyDeleteI can see how you won the sexy legs contest at the Tartan Ball. Even then you had the legs.
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