Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Treasure in the attic

Tucked away in a corner of the attic bedroom was a wardrobe, its tacky fibreboard exterior and utter blandness testimony to the fact that it was bought from one of those catalogues back in the 1960s. The boy whose bedroom this used to be had long ago vacated it and left home, leaving an untidy heap of discarded clothes on the bottom of the wardrobe and a scruffy plaid jacket hanging forlornly on its otherwise empty rail.



But wait! Hiding behind its permanently stuck left door, there were two coats which were obviously a cut above the rest of the wardrobe's tatty contents. For the sake of this story, let’s call them Leopard Coat and Green Coat.

These coats obviously hadn’t belonged to the boy. There was a certain dignity about them, which set them apart from the chaos surrounding them. They had been there for many, many years. In fact, they had been there for so long that they didn’t exactly remember how they had ended up there.

While they usually rubbed along just fine, this was a bone of contention between them. One said that they were put there for safekeeping by the nice lady who used to live in the house, while the other insisted that it was the boy himself who’d sneaked them up there to be used as some kind of fancy dress. Thankfully, this never happened, as they were both far too small for the boy.


As the years went by they lost all faith of ever being freed from their wardrobe prison. Hardly anyone ever ventured up into the attic these days. In fact, for quite some time now, the house itself had felt unlived in, and unloved, with dust gathering in every nook and cranny. Huge dust balls had settled all around the wardrobe and there was a thick layer of it on top.



Once in a blue moon, voices resounded in the hallway below, the attic’s ladder was pulled down and someone proceeded to climb it. Up, up, the footsteps came, the ladder creaking ominously under the climber’s weight.

The coats clutched each other in fear. While living locked up in the darkness wasn’t exactly a bed of roses, the thought of their eventual freedom wasn’t an entirely reassuring one either. They’d heard rumours that old, discarded clothes were often put inside black bin liners and brought to places where, if they didn't pass muster, they were cut into rags, after which they would almost certainly end up in landfill. In fact, one day the boy had taken Leopard Coat away and tried to sell her in a second hand shop. They'd taken one look inside the bag she was in and, shaking their heads regretfully, had sent her and the boy away. Leopard Coat had been very upset for weeks afterwards.


The footsteps had reached the ladder’s top rung by now. Having held their breaths, the coats heaved big sighs of relief when they heard the footsteps turn right, instead of left, away from the attic bedroom. There were some rummaging sounds, then the footsteps retreated back down the groaning ladder.

It was a lonely life inside the wardrobe and, with only each other for company, they tried to keep up their spirits by telling each other their life stories.

More often than not, it was Leopard Coat who regaled Green Coat with stories of her glamorous past. If pressed, she would admit to looking slightly down her nose at Green Coat, who was, after all, just an ordinary coat and not a fur. One thing they had in common, though: they were both made to measure.

From l to r: Josephine, the girls' mother Angelica, an unknown lady, and 
Leontine, who was my paternal grandmother

Leopard Coat's owner had been Josephine, who went by the name of Finneke. Born in 1915 into a working class family, she was the youngest of three, with a brother, Charles and a sister, Leontine. The sisters, who often wore matching dresses when they were girls, were quite close, even after Leontine, who went by the name of Tinneke, married an ordinary factory worker called Louis.

Josephine (second from left) and Leontine (far right) in the mid 1930s.
The little boy is my Dad.

The somewhat haughty Josephine had set her sights much higher. Leopard Coat had no idea how and when she met her husband, Joseph, but as he was a senior accountant, this definitely put her on a higher rung on the social ladder. They got married in 1936, but remained childless, often taking Tinneke's son Fons (short for Alphonse) under their wing. This rubbed Tinneke's husband Louis the wrong way, and he would be contemptuous of the couple - and especially Joseph, whom he refused to call by his first name - for life.

Joseph and Josephine on their wedding day in 1936.
On the right is their wedding booklet.

In the years after the war Joseph and Josephine had money to burn! They had their own car as early as 1947. There was a picture of them, posing proudly in it, in the foxed and dog-eared photo album in one of the rooms downstairs.



This album also contained a photograph of Josephine wearing Leopard Coat's ancestor.



Green Coat listened to these stories with envy. Being of far lesser descent, she used to belong to  Alphonse's wife Alice, and could only boast a sheepskin trimmed collar, which she wasn't even sure was the real thing.

My parents in the mid 1950s

Alice was beautiful, gentle and had the patience of a saint. Well, she must have had, being married to Alphonse, and having a rebellious elder daughter, Ann!

Suffering from rheumatism from a very early age, she was often in pain, which must have been very debilitating, but still she uncomplainingly kept house and looked after her children. By the time Green Coat came upon the scene in the late 1960s, there were two children, and soon there would be a third.

My parents on their wedding day in 1957, and my Mum with me, late 1961

Green Coat was made by a local seamstress, a single mother struggling to make ends meet, who lived in a downstairs apartment a couple of streets away.

Alice's generation wasn't in the habit of taking the bus into town whenever they needed something new to wear, and shopping as a pastime was practically unheard of. Instead, whenever Alice was in need of a garment for a special occasion, she went to the seamstress, sometimes bringing a pattern she'd found in one of her mother-in-law's magazines. This was duly discussed with the seamstress, material and buttons were chosen and ultimately the garment was made.

A favourite photo of my Mum at my sister's Christening in 1971
with me in pigtails, aged nine going on ten

But for some reason Alice didn't wear Green Coat all that much. Did she regret her choice of colour? Did she keep it for best and weren't there all that many occasions for wearing her best coat? The fact is that Green Coat had felt quite neglected. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was still around and in fact the only reason she wasn't given to charity after Alice sadly passed away was because she was up in the attic wardrobe!

One day, the coats could hear voices again. Alice's three children had discovered Josephine's photo album and the eldest daughter, the one called Ann, had been admiring Leopard Coat's ancestor.


It was then that footsteps once again climbed the attic stairs, and that this time they entered the attic bedroom and made a beeline for the wardrobe. The coats were both horrified when Leopard Coat was taken downstairs, leaving Green Coat on her own, with only the tatty clothes on the bottom for company.

Leopard Coat, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven, as Ann tried her on, and then took her to a lovely new home, where she shared wardrobe space with many other garments saved by her new owner.

Fast forward almost two years later. Green Coat was still pining away in the attic wardrobe.

For the last couple of weeks, there had been rummaging noises in the rooms downstairs and finally the moment arrived when footsteps once again climbed the attic stairs.



Ever since Leopard Coat's disappearance, the wardrobe's key had been lost, but in the end Ann's handy husband was able to open its doors, revealing Green Coat in all its glory. Ann shed some tiny tears upon spying in, especially since it turned out to be a perfect fit.

Since that day, Green Coat has been reunited with Leopard Coat, sharing wardrobe space again, but safe in the knowledge that there won't be any black bin liners for them any time soon.



40 comments:

  1. I feel like a child hearing a wonderful story at the library and I clap my hands to say, "Again! Again!"

    What a delightful story, Ann! And all true and real from your very own life! Not only is this story a delight to read because it is so well told, it hits all my genealogical buttons. I get all giddy whenever I see the old stories and people connected with present-day stories and people. Plus, how can I not become giddy when I see that two precious family treasures are once again loved?

    Thank you for sharing this. I will carry it with me all day with a smile on my face.

    Hugs,
    Sherry

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. What a lovely comment, Sherry, it really means the world to me! xxx

      Delete
  2. What a wonderful story, I was so excited and must read it two times. Both coats are happy again... and Ann... too :)Thankt you for sharing this wonderful story.
    With a very huge hug and much love Tina

    ReplyDelete
  3. BRAVA, Ann! That was amazing! What an engaging voice you have - I was enraptured by the story, eagerly waiting to see what was going to happen! You are so talented, both at writing and in bringing your family and their garments alive for us. Thank you! Big hug to you, my dear.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Sheila, but surely that's too much praise. I'm so glad you loved the story! xxx

      Delete
  4. THAT WAS FAB!!! I LOVED this way of writing. I am so glad Green coat and Leopard coat got a happy ending! I would have chosen Green over Leopard so there would be a home with me!!! But glad they found their forever home with yoU!x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Kezzie! If I'd known Green Coat was there, I would have given it a home sooner. xxx

      Delete
  5. Oh I just LOVED this! You are such a talented writer Ann! Your love of clothing with a history translates so well through this story. This is one of my favorite posts of yours.

    Suzanne
    http://www.suzannecarillo.com

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you so much, Suzanne. It was one of my favourite post to write as well! xxx

      Delete
  6. What a lovely story Ann. Glad the coats got reunited xx

    ReplyDelete
  7. What a brilliant bit of storytelling, I love every minute.
    Thank heavens that Green Coat and Leopard Coat were rescued from their prison, escaped a life in landfill and found their forever home together with you!
    Goodness me, how much do you look like your beautiful mum? xxx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Vix. I'm often told I resemble my Mum, but it's only quite recently that I've started to notice it myself. xxx

      Delete
  8. Fabulous post! Fashion and family history - as good as it gets!

    ReplyDelete
  9. Just lovely! And how lovely do you look in the coats!!! XXX (and gosh,you are like your Mum!)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Linda. Yes, it seems I do look like my Mum, although it took me a while to see the resemblance myself. xxx

      Delete
  10. I loved your story, have you ever considered writing a book? I felt myself being drawn in.
    I'm so glad you rescued the coats and they were reunited!
    It was wonderful looking through those beautiful photographs. xxx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Sally! I've never considered it, no. I had no idea that I could actually write until I started my blog. xxx

      Delete
  11. woww, such an enjoyable reading!, I've been totally thrilled with the story, the vivid images of the past times and the family life. You've stolen my heart with this little fable, the collages and the last pictures of you wearing those adorable coats!
    Thanks for sharing this story!
    besos

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Monica, I'm so glad your enjoyed the story! xxx

      Delete
  12. lovely, sweet story!!
    such luckky coats in the end :-D
    weekendhugs! xxxxxx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Beate! Lucky coats, and lucky me! xxx

      Delete
  13. I love a "Happily ever after" story!

    ReplyDelete
  14. Oh what a wonderfully happy ending! that green coat is beautiful on you and it's great these treasured pieces could get some love in their older age!

    Hope you're having a lovely week :) We finally have some cooler autumn weather - I got to wear jeans yesterday!

    Away From The Blue

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Mica! I love that green coat too, especially since it's my favourite colour! xxx

      Delete
  15. What a wonderful read, Ann! You are so talented! It was lovely to see all of your family photos and be drawn into this wonderful story. Absolutely beautiful, Ann! XXX

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you so much, Sasha. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. xxx

      Delete
  16. The happiest of endings! And Green Coat is as loved and treasured as Leopard Coat now.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Mim, and I think that Green Coat is loved and treasured even more than Leopard Coat now ... xxx

      Delete
  17. Oh wow, what a beautiful story.And those photos! My goodness, it always looks like women at that time were so much more elegant! And what an amazing coat!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you Nancy! Yes, it does look that way. I have boxes full of old photographs, and I love looking at the women's clothing. And I once did a post about my grandmother, called Bertha's Wardrobe! xxx

      Delete
  18. Beautifully written, I loved this story! X

    ReplyDelete
  19. Lovely! What a tale, and so beautifully written. I am glad those coats are reunited and being worn once again.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you so much, I'm glad you loved my little fairy tale! xxx

      Delete
  20. Your writing is enchanting, Ann!! I enjoyed your storytelling a lot - the way you weaved your family history with love of vintage clothing is so imaginative and charming!

    I think you took after both of your parents, and I do see you in the photos of your stylish Mum!

    Lots of love, my dear!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. So sorry I've only just seen your comment. Thank you so much for your kind words, my friend. xxx

      Delete