2 thoughts on “Festival of Britain, 1951”

  1. I am fascinated to see this photograph. Knowing some of the stories behind your smiling faces after reading about your life, it is very moving to see you as a child. I am also feeling strangely (would vicariously be the right word?) privileged to see the Dome of Discovery in the photograph, knowing it wasn’t there very long.

    I wrote about my love of television in my last comment. When I was 12 or 13 there was a two part drama on telly called “The Leaving of Liverpool”. It told the story of orphans, and children who weren’t orphans but were living in children’s homes, being shipped to the Commonwealth, in the case of the characters in the programme, Australia. They thought it was a game, but they were sent and they were treated cruelly. I taped the programme and watched it over and over. (I found it on youtube a few years ago and rewatched it. My gosh, it’s harrowing). The main character Bert, couldn’t read but had memorised a page in his annual about the Festival of Britain, the Dome of Discovery and the Skylon. (He was so inspired it rubbed off on me! A young teen in 1993! What was a skylon? I had no idea but it sounded amazing!) When they docked in London he wanted to go and see but the children weren’t allowed off the ship. He is crushed when the Brother, their teacher, returns to the ship to say it has all been ripped down and scrapped.

    Seeing you in front of this short lived monument to a future that never came, and already knowing about the cruelty that existed in the world towards children at this time, my heart goes out to little you.

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