A Knight’s Tale (3: A Relationship With My Dad)

Throughout the night we were beset by a thunderstorm, and I was beset by a barometric pressure headache.

I wasn’t up to much this morning, but Jackie persuaded me to go for a drive this afternoon. Most of the areas to the east that we normally visit were far too crowded either to park or to photograph with ease.

The exception was the village of Pilley where

ponies spilled across the road outside the Community Shop. The pair occupying the centre of the tarmac completely ignored passing traffic. Tails used as whisks, stamping of hooves, and amazing tolerance were the main defences against the gathering fly population.

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Later, I redrafted the third episode of my life story.

There was no National Health Service when my mother brought me home to her parents seven weeks after my birth. It did not come into being until I was six years old. The necessary treatment was free because Dad was in the Army.

We came home to rationing, described thus by Wikipedia:   β€˜To deal with sometimes extreme shortages, the Ministry of Food instituted a system of rationing. To buy most rationed items, each person had to register at chosen shops and was provided with a ration book containing coupons. The shopkeeper was provided with enough food for registered customers. Purchasers had to take ration books with them when shopping, so the relevant coupon or coupons could be cancelled.’ 

Excepting only vegetables and bread, every consumer item we now take for granted, from food to furniture; from suits to sweets; from butter to Brylcreem; was in such short supply that if you had insufficient specific stamps there could be no purchase. 

This is a pictorial image from http://bookcoverimgs.com/food-ration-books-ww2/ displaying one adult’s weekly food allowance per week. There was some variation in quantity according to supply, but this was probably the correct allocation when I was a baby and couldn’t eat any of it anyway.

In the early summer of 1943, my Dad may have been on official leave from the army, in which he spent the war years and a couple more.  It is he in whose arms I seem to be struggling in this photograph. Mum, who was there at the time, assures me that I knew Dad well and was fond of him, so I must just have been distracted as the picture was  being taken by my maternal grandfather.  It is not every child of those years who had the opportunity to form a relationship with his father.  I will always be grateful for that, and for the efforts my parents went to to nurture it.

Grandpa Hunter not only held the camera, but he developed the film and printed the shot in a complicated darkroom process.  

This of course was long before four year olds like Malachi, his great-great-grandson, who had his own WordPress blog, could take a colour photo with a mobile phone, download it, and post it around the world on the very same day.

This evening we dined on succulent Hunter’s Chicken; boiled potatoes; firm cauliflower, and tender runner beans, with which Jackie finished the Sauvignon Blanc, and I finished the Syrah.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

97 thoughts on “A Knight’s Tale (3: A Relationship With My Dad)

  1. I enjoyed reading about your early years and your father. I missed the previous posts and will need to go back to catch up. We do indeed take a lot for granted that the basics in our lives are met.

  2. I’m sorry to hear you had another headache Derrick. I don’t know if you’re much on taking vitamin supplements, but when I started to take Magnesium many years ago, it pretty much eliminated my barometer headaches. I love the photo of you and your father!

  3. Our local horses are being driven to distraction by horseflies this summer. I can remember dropping a lot of eggs when i was very very young and they were rationed. I just enjoyed seeing the mess they made. We were living with two other families and everyone was very calm about it.

  4. those ponies gathering at the community shop – and not a care in the world of the “contraptions” that are nowadays the rulers of their traditional trails…
    I am too young to have any knowledge of rationing but I have read that it wasn’t just food but also clothing (material: fabric and yarn) that was short supply. Civilians would survive but our front line people required regulation clothing. That is also the time when using a spinning wheel was a big trend, you could spin your wool and knit – and knit and knit!

  5. Rationing, and all the work that went into it is a fascinating subject. They do say that the average diet improved during the war and that kids were healthier than those born earlier. You seem to have timed it just right. πŸ™‚

    1. Yes, Liz. The writing was done a few years ago in response to prompts from readers, so I just have to tidy it up a bit. I got stuck in 1972, so will probably leave it there. Thanks very much.

  6. Sometimes a blunt statement of fact has enough in it to write a history. “It is not every child of those years who had the opportunity to form a relationship with his father.” I actually wonder how many. I know my mother was born (WW1) at about the same time that her father was killed on the Somme.

  7. A lovely picture of you and your dad. I was one of those children who didn’t see my dad for the first two and-a-half years of my life. He was fighting in Italy and France by then.

  8. I feel sorry for the headache you had and hope you have fully recovered from it now. That is a sweet photo packing a slice of life from the long gone past. You certainly look unhappy being photographed β€”perhaps you were interrupted in course of your favourite indulgence.

    1. Thanks a lot, Uma. Headache gone – I guess this is something sudden low pressure is going to give me now. Jackie agrees with your thought that I just wanted to get down.

  9. I vaguely remember playing with ration points and coupons at the end of the war — but even more I remember preparing CARE packages for my mother’s relatives in England. I love the ponies in their parade — are they shod, or are those hoofs completely bare?

      1. Another memory involving rationing — we lived about two miles from downtown — once a month we would pile in the car and drive downtown, using just about all our monthly gasoline allowance, then walk to all the utility companies and pay the monthly bills. If there was money left, we would have lunch too, before driving home.

  10. You got some great shots of the ponies in the road Derrick! Beautiful part of the country Hampshire is. I remember all the wild ponies when my aunt who lived in Hampshire next to a field, so sometimes she’d have several peering into her garden hoping she’d pick some apples from her tree for them to eat… they knew where to get free apples and a gentle pat on the head! πŸ˜€

    That’s a very mean amount of food for one person per week in war time. I’m surprised there was so much sugar in that bowl, I thought sugar was severely rationed. also surprised at how little butter was allowed. Must have been a lot of dry bread eaten and very hard to cope on that limited food. I hope we don’t have rationing introduced because of the Brexit situation… some people seem to think it might happen if there are signifiant shortages. The world is becoming a bit of strange place lately! I hope you are doing okay in Hampshire?

    I love your picture with your Dad!❀️ Yes it was true, so many didn’t have the opportunity to know their fathers and in some cases never saw them again. My Mum had a lot of separation from both parents, divorce, and a mental breakdown of her mother left her and her siblings in children’s homes. She never saw her father again but was reunited with her siblings and mother when she was in her late teens. So I got to have a two grandmothers, but sadly no grandfathers… they’d already passed away by the time I was born.

    1. Thank you very much, Suzy. I have been photographing since I was 15 (63 years ago). I have scanned everything on film (up to 2012), so many of my pictures, especially in my earlier posts, will count as vintage in some eyes πŸ™‚ I also like to trigger other people’s memories, as even with your Hampshire aunt from today’s pictures.

      Your Mum’s story is very sad. You may know I was a Local Authority Child Care Officer from 1966 onwards.

      Jackie says that her mother and many others gave up sugar in tea during the war. I consider the lack of sweets to be a big factor in the good condition of my teeth, and my lack of a sweet tooth.

      1. Yes a lot of people gave up the sugar in tea at that time. My grandmother said she saved it to make cakes with. But with that tiny block of butter, I’m wondering how anyone made cakes at all!! Maybe they used margarine? I have heard there was a margarine available during the war… don’t think it was very nice though! I remember my Mum using Blue Band margarine in cakes… seemed okay, but I hated it on bread, it had a dreadful flavour!🀒

        At least my Mum’s story had a happy ending, and she was lucky to go to a very kind caring children’s home run by a retired sister and matron… very nice ladies, one was even part of my own childhood, like a third grandmother. I went to stay with her at her country home for a holiday… quite an experience that was… she lived in a static caravan by that time… she had a glorious garden… only wish I had pictures of that, but I don’t. I guess you know all about what happened to kids in care in the 60’s.. interesting job to have Derrick!πŸ‘ My Mum’s childhood was in the 40s and 50s.

        You’ve done well to scan all your photos… wow, that’s big old tedious job!! Even 90’s and early 2000 is seen as vintage now. Time goes way too fast!😩

  11. Oh those wartime days of food rationing … Well everything was rationed my mother would say, when talking the ‘war’ years.. and as young children after the war, we gained a good idea of how things were Derrick… I look forward to your ongoing story each day, and thank you for sharing your words here with us Derrick …

  12. I cherish the black and white photographs from the past – sadly, many colour photographs taken of my own young family at the time have faded – and your mention of the rapidity of taking and sharing photographs via our cell phones these days – as well as the digital ones stored on our computers – makes me wonder afresh how accessible they will be to future generations.

  13. You were very lucky that your parents tried so hard to establish a normal relationship with your father. In many families, the sudden appearance of a strange man caused wounds that would never heal.

  14. Looks like a horse convention! πŸ˜‰ Your photos of them are lovely! The tail, feet, and eyes photos are so good! (I can’t even imagine how they deal with the flies. 😦 )
    What a sweet photo of you and your Dad! πŸ™‚ Is that your family’s garden behind you and your Dad?
    So many changes in the world between the times of Grandpa Hunter and Malachi!
    Hope your headache is gone and you are feeling better now.
    (((HUGS)))

  15. The ponies look to be waiting on you, Derrick.
    It is great to read about someone else’s tight relationship with their father. It was a rough time back then.

  16. I still have some gas ration coupons that belonged to my maternal grandfather. When I asked Mom why there were no food ration coupons, she said, “Because we used every last one of them, dear.” Funny and poignant, all at once. I know there were stories she never shared; I wish she had.

    I had an odd thought reading your title today. A saga involving both Jackie and you might well be titled “The Lady Gardener and the Green Knight.” I wonder if anyone’s written such a take-off on Sir Gawain?

  17. You were adorable as a small child, Derrick, and you grew up to resemble your father, may you live in good health to 120 (this is a formula we use when comparing a live person to someone who is no longer around).

    1. A few years ago I printed out the posts for her, some of which contain parts of the story. Unfortunately she can’t see them any more, and is a bit hazy about some of the memories. When she visited a couple of days ago I did tell her what I was doing now. She said I shouldn’t have been in the Dunkirk one, because I hadn’t been born yet. πŸ™‚ Thanks very much, Jodie

  18. Derrick, I am thoroughly enjoying the installments of your life story. I look forward to reading more. I’m so glad you can spend time with your mum, and how amazing that she’s still with you at 99! My mum would have been 102 this year (she died at 89). I was born on her 40th birthday.

    1. Thanks very much, Alys. Two daughters on her 40th birthday is quite something, My brother Chris was born the day before Mum’s 21st.. I’m pleased that you are enjoying the Tale

  19. So sorry that you suffer from terrible headaches. I know how debilitating they can be. Love the photos of the horses and the one of you with you’re Father. I cannot imagine people in Canada having to return to rationing. They get upset having to wait in line for two minutes to pay for a loaded cart.

      1. Our weather has been very strange this year as well. I do not get headaches (my son suffers horribly with them) but I do get cramps in my legs when the weather makes sudden changes. I hope your weather eases off so your headaches ease up as well.

  20. Such a sweet photo of you and your father. And I also took note of the line about not everyone being fortunate to form a relationship with their father. I thought of your friend who came over on the Kindertransport.
    I can see that gardening has always been a part of your life. 😏. The photo of an example of allotted rationed items really demonstrates the limits.

    I like the horses. They look like they’re gossiping in a town square.

  21. That is a wonderful photo of you and your father, Derrick. The photo of the rationed items was quite interesting. I am guessing a lot of home-grown fruits and vegetables went into the daily meals.

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