MoIG – The Record: Objects

MoIG – The Record: Family Man in the Tropic of Ruislip

MoIG – The Record: Our Man About Town

MoIG – The Record: Skiving, Scrumping and Scallywagging

MoIG – The Record: We Gotta Get Out of This Place

With love and thanks to Nigel Lynch for the pictures.

1959

 

Its 1959. That’s all I know for sure. Bobby has written the year, but not a date  on the back of both photostrips. The old man would always say, “the fifties were just so boring”. They are twenty and eighteen. Surely they are up town, Picadilly Cirucs, larking about after work. He is in Belgravia, now cutting hair for Teezy Weezy Raymond, she’s working as a PA for an american ad agency in Soho. Mad Men before Mad Men?   Are they going to eat, are they on their way to a club? Will it just be them for the evening or will be they be meeting up with the North London yiddersher hippster set? Have they blown out  friday night dinner at home? It doesn’t matter. The 1950s are almost done. The long wait is over. It’s time to go out.

 

The Lobus with the Sunbeam Rapier: Doreen and Richard Chew the Fat

I recorded this a couple of summers ago.  We’ve got Doreen on Ivor’s teenage escapades and the impossibility of getting him to do anything. Richard, Ivor’s nephew recalls learning to dive and going for a drive.

The Lobus and the Sunbeam Rapier

Skiving, Scrumping and Scallywagging

Some of you may have only encountered Ivor in his late period, when the description cheeky old man might have come to mind. The question I ask is, what were they before they were cheeky old men?

The childhood section of MoIG, provisionally entitled,  Skivin’, Scrumpin’  and Scallywaggin’ is now being assembled and an answer is emerging. We thought our loyal visitors and supporters would like  a sneak preview.

Well Hello There! Doreen tells her story for MoIG

 

Doreen was Ivor’s cousin – daughter of Ivor’s mothers brother if you want to get technical.  Ten years older than Ivor she was really his big sister. I’m guessing,  but this is looking like 1948, maybe? MoIG is pleased and proud to announce that Doreen has gone on the record for us and her take on Ivor, the Goldblatts, the Seifs and the Ostermans will be appearing on this blog and at the museum in May.

 

Viva Espana! The Goldblatts go to Franco’s Spain

 

I don’t know how I ended up with this.  Ivor’s folks,  Mac and Lillie liked a week in Spain or Italy. I think Mac liked a drink too.  Did they throw in the matchbox with the whole package or was it an optional extra?

 

Mac on a Matchbox. c.1961