PHOTO WALKING

         Eureka.  I’ve been looking for the above photograph for years.  I knew it existed - I’d seen it often enough before - and I knew I had a copy, but it had gone missing somewhere in the choatic arrangement of files, papers and photographs that make up the Nicholson archive.  Then, yesterday suddenly while digging around in search of something else, there it was.

         It shows my Aunty Daisy and my Nan, in Sheffield walking along what is recognizably Fargate, across the road from the Peace Gardens.  Young cousin Margaret is in there too, between them, but apparently not wishing to be seen.

The picture comes from the golden days of a certain kind of street photography when you might be walking along and a ‘professional’ photographer would pop out and take your picture, hand you a ticket, and then later you’d go to his kiosk, see the picture on display and if you liked it you’d buy a copy.  Hence it would be possible to have quite a few pictures of yourself walking.   Incidentally, this family picture has a very pale ink stamp on the back that says, I think, ‘One Snap.’

I’m sure these street photographers operated mostly at the seaside, when people were in holiday mood, and in that Sheffield photograph my aunt Daisy and my Nan don’t seem to be in holiday mood; they’re obviously out shopping, and I do wonder what Daisy’s got in that paper parcel under her arm.  Nan's got one too, bit it's smaller.  But for whatever reason they decided they wanted a copy of the picture.

Above is another ‘walking photograph’ which I’ve always known the whereabouts of (or at least the whereabouts of a scan), this one showing my grandparents, though I don't know the story behind it.

I don’t know where they are, but they’re quite dressed up so it must be some kind of occasion. It could be at the seaside though somehow I don’t think so.  I’ve always thought they might be at the races in Doncaster – it was the kind of thing they did - but I’ve no hard evidence for that.

But it does remind you how few photographs we have these days of people walking.  When the camera or phone comes out, people stop and pose.  They might be in restaurants, on the beach, in the living room, even the bedroom, but chances are they aren’t walking, unless of course they think of themselves as ‘walkers.’  In which case …