I’ve been to England twice, in fact: once in 1968 and once in 1991. This is a picture from — OBVS — 1968.
MA in England
Dig that Carnaby Street hair. So unlike the hair of the actual British people around me.
This picture was taken by Mr. Smallcomb, the father of the family I was staying with as a cultural exchange, at a school fete (note flags flying in the background). I don’t remember any three-legged races or Mother’s Egg-And-Spoon Competitions or any of that, but I do remember some EXCELLENT ice cream with a stick of something crunchy stuck in it. Trust me to remember the food.
Mrs. Smallcomb introduced me to salmon sandwiches, probably to her dismay, because I adored them. They also introduced me to Ribena, scampi, fish-and-chips, afternoon tea, and Dr. Who (Patrick Troughton).
Mrs. Smallcomb would get up every morning and bring everybody tea or hot Ribena and toast in bed. Then she would go back downstairs and make breakfast. Spoiled them, she did. The girl my age in the family thought I was nuts to make my bed every day. That was Mum’s job. I was like, “Now it’s my job.”
What a good time I had.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What was your main character — or someone your main character knows, if your mc is too young — doing in 1968?