Getting things started, we headed through the beautiful countryside to the Kent And East Sussex Railway which is a preserved steam railway and somewhere we've been many times, but never to the 1940's event. It's fairly low key when compared with the huge events at places like Pickering and Haworth but very quaint, nonetheless.
We decided to ride on the train. I've actually never ridden on this line before and it does go through some pretty countryside. Mr HenHouse went for his rather dashing flight sergeant's RAF uniform.
I was posing with my eyes shut for some unknown reason! It was still a little chilly so out came Ferdinand Fox and this dress which is a lovely late 1930's velvet number with a silk lining so is quite warm.
The Munchkin was seized upon in order that he could be evacuated, and given a name label and gas mask.
At the other end of the line, there were some really good and interesting Home Front displays. I enjoyed chatting to this lady about her vintage knitting. I admired her vintage embroidered apron which had been made from old flour sacks (the writing was still on the reverse).
When we go to these re-enactment events, there is nearly always a display of dancing: jive, jitterbug, lindy hop, call it what you will (all different styles of dancing but broadly similar from the 1940's era and thereabouts). Mr HenHouse and I always watch with interest and have wanted to join in. Well, finally, a few weeks ago, this all changed. We went to our first jive dancing lesson. It's an exercise in concentration to learn the steps and good exercise. The music is great, the folks fun and friendly and we're making steady progress, I think.
Our group held a tea dance on Sunday and we went along. I was brave enough to get up and join in the beginner's session they ran and afterwards, a
Spin those records, DJ! Remember these?
Rewinding to the day before, we took part in a vintage event of a different kind. My grandfather's family firm was in the tv and wireless business and indeed, my Dad started work in this area when he left school back in the '50s. As such, and as my parents were staying with us last weekend, I thought my Dad would enjoy to a trip to the British Vintage Television and Wireless Museum and we were invited to join in their annual garden party.
The Victorian house is packed to the rafters with tvs and wirelesses. The Munchkin was intrigued.
My Dad enjoyed chatting with other people there, all dotty about anything tv and radio, and talked about his experiences back in the '50s and '60s.
Even the garden has many sheds which are also home to many more tv and radio sets.
The Mr, Munchkin and I went along in our 1940's finest, which seemed to please a lot of the other guests there. The founder of the museum, Gerry Wells, who is now in his 80s, was kind enough to come and introduce himself to us, say how thrilled he was that we had attended in our vintage garb, and gave me a copy of his book to read. What a true gentleman. If you are interested in this sort of thing, I highly recommend a visit.
WEll, I must love you and leave you, readers, as I pack for this weekend's vintage event. It's all go! I hope you have a good one, whatever you happen to get up to...