The young girl in the picture was my mother. At a guess, she'd be around twelve years old when this photo was taken, so that would be 1946/7. Although the picture is not in good condition, you can see the dog on her right hand side. He appears to be a border collie, or collie cross and his name was Rinty.
My mother was an only child, and didn't have the most settled childhood. She once told me that she had moved eighteen times by her twenty-first birthday! Her father was a farm worker, so they inevitably lived in tied accommodation. He was a blunt, no-nonsense Yorkshireman, who believed in being the master in his own house. My mother came home from school one afternoon, to find that he'd given Rinty away; apparently in response to something she was supposed to have done. If this photo was all she had left, then maybe that explains why it's seen better days.
Dogs played a big part in my mother's life. Growing up, I cannot remember a time when we didn't have one. Virtually all of our holiday pictures from my childhood have a dog in them somewhere! My father wasn't an animal lover at all, but put up with them all with good humour. After all, by the time they were married, I guess he knew what he was getting!
This is a Sepia Saturday post.