20 November 2009 by Sam
The photographs in the exhibition Liverpool People by Stephen Shakeshaft have struck a real chord with visitors and brought back a lot of memories, as the comments made during reminiscence sessions in the exhibition have proved. Some of these comments have been included with the photos on the exhibition website now, and there are more below.
If you would like to take part in a reminiscence session there are a few more planned, with the next one taking place tomorrow afternoon. Full details are in the exhibition events programme on the website.
And don’t forget that there are just a couple more days left to enter the caption competition and win a signed copy of Stephen Shakeshaft’s book ‘No Illusions’ – so get your thinking caps on if you haven’t entered yet!
“One thing which stands out is the expression of resilience mixed with hope on the faces of the people in our great city.”
“We seem to have grown up in poverty but children always seemed to be laughing. The photographs made me realise this.”
“The photo of the clothes rack reminds me of sitting at the kitchen table with wet clothes dripping into your dinner.”
“The photograph of the lady with the washing rack reminds me of my gran’s house. She always had the kettle on and cake in a tin.”
“My son can’t believe some of these photos. Why have an indoor washing line?”
“I love the photograph of the lady with the gas mantle. Looks like she’s just come in from the wash house, is so pleased with her washing all done and is ready for that cup of tea. I can almost hear her sigh.”
“The photograph of the carters reminded me of my dad and brother who used to be carters. They would dress up the horses with brasses and ribbons and go to shows. We used to take the horses back to the stables in Whittle Street.”
“I’m reminded of the rag and bone man with his goldfish. Where did he put all those goldfish on his cart?”
“The photograph of the carter reminded me of having our milk delivered by Mabel in her pony and trap in West Derby in the fifties. Sometimes she’d give me a lift to the Saturday cinema in the village. I couldn’t tell whether the smell was Mabel or the horse.”
“The shop with the children reminds me of shops always having a bell that rang whenever the door opened.”
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