One of my favourite places to visit, in blogland, is The Age of Uncertainty. There, you'll find, wonderfully written, fascinating posts, largely about books. But I particularly like it when Steerforth writes about what has emerged from his books, apart from the printed text. All manner of items drop from between the well thumbed pages of his used books, and when mysterious photographs, that once served as bookmarks, see the light of day, prepare to be entertained.
Recently, I've acquired two bound volumes of Popular Gardening (1949 and 1950) edited by Gordon Forsyth. It was published every Saturday, and could have been yours for the sum of 3d.
I turned the pages, and entered a lost world, and in the 1950 volume, I discovered this pressed foliage. Someone out there will be able to identify it, I'm sure. It looks like something vaguely illegal to me.
Further on, the advertisements started to catch my attention. It would be so easy for me to remark on the strange irony of filling your lungs with smoke, in the pleasant surroundings of the countryside. But this is how is was in those days. My grandfather, a countryman, was rarely without a hand-rolled cigarette, and most of his contemporaries shared the same passion for smoking tobacco in one form or other. So, for me, there's a swell of affection for this Player's promotion. Yes, it's bad for your health, but I can smell the turned earth, and hear the clunking engine of the tractor above all else.
I don't know for sure, but these volumes are likely to have belonged to my late grandmother, and a give-away photograph/bookmark was discovered, resting between the pages.
It was taken undoubtedly taken by my great uncle, during a boating holiday he and his wife took with my grandparents, way back. That's my grandfather at the wheel, and my great aunt and grandmother (on the right) sunning themselves in swimsuits...without a cigarette.