Mother

When my father met my mother in 1925 she had never seen a picture of herself as her
family did not own a camera and her family home did not own a mirror - her mother
thought mirrors were not only unlucky but made you think too much of yourself.
Dad took her to a photographer's studio and using most of his weekly pay had this
picture taken of her.  It was to send back to his parents and sisters and brothers to tell
them this was the girl he was about to marry.  It was the only picture she ever had of
herself as young woman it would be many more years before the next one was taken.
On this picture she was 23 and had never been out with a man or even spoken to many outside her own family, dad was 35; their happy marriage last nearly 50 years
only death parted them.