The women behind mrs fox!
my great grandma edith was a sunday school teacher.
During the great depression she ran a soup kitchen in Nottingham for folks who were getting jolly hungry. When the kitchen ran out of coal she took a pick axe and dug up wooden cobbles from the street to feed the fire and keep that soup hot!
my great grandma Margaret was mother to 11 children.
she famously churned out 21 christmas puddings for her family every year.
During the war she bunged a bit of carrot into them to make them go further...
My Aunt Myfanwy was a munitions worker during the war .
She worked with deadly cordite in an underground bunker and joined the ranks of the yellow skinned 'canary girls'
My great aunt agnes was an original biker chick!
ABOUT Mrs Fox
Lavinia Fox is purely a product of my own slightly over-active imagination. If she's anyone at all, she's a miscellany of a number of my female relatives who lived in the early part of the 20th century and plodded on through at least one - sometimes two - world wars. Women who, unlike me, knew how to knit. sew. bang together substantial meals out of two potatoes and a bendy carrot and make their own indestructible Christmas decorations.
I decided initially to bring Mrs Fox - Foxy to her closest friends - to life through the medium of photography. I'm fortunate enough to have several close (read: long-suffering) friends who have been willing to parade around my garden in flying-goggles and helmets, to dangle precariously from their own light-fittings and to push a baby's dummy back in with one hand whilst pretending to fly a Hawker Cygnet with the other just to keep me quiet. They've managed not to bite me or to scream when I've claimed to be 'something of a hairdresser' whilst giving them an uber-dodgy victory roll hairdo/facelift and have all looked remarkably laid-back and cosmopolitan when presented with a dangling gas mask and a hopeful look. To them all - thank you, I'll let you know when the war's over.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in Mrs Fox, and in times of adversity when it all goes a bit tits-up I find myself asking "What would Mrs Fox do?"
The answer's always the same: Mrs Fox would simultaneously 'sort it' and give you a knowing look. No nonsense. Show some backbone. Man up!