Phlock Down Memory Lane

Stephanie Granger | Massachusetts | | @stephaniegrangerphotography

This photo was inspired by one of the few images of my father’s childhood he has. He is the one  standing next to the mirror and in the mirror you can see his twin brother looking at him from another part of the room as well as what looks to be a flash of the camera or likely just blown highlights from age and mishandling. I thought my image captured that feeling while making it my own. I originally edited it in black and white but felt the color actually felt a bit more nostalgic.

Anna Mehta |@annafmehta

I loved doing this as I have always been interested in family history and what we inherit from our ancestors. Growing up my Grandma always told us lots of stories about joining the Land Army in WW2 but I knew very little about her life growing up in the 1920s and 30s in Bradford. When my Mum found these pictures I knew I had to try and recreate them. My Grandma lived in a poor working class area of Bradford and these pictures give a little glimpse into her life and also her character. So this is now my daughter outside our little modern terraced house in York. I would love to think of future generations recreating this.

Bethany Sunners | Cumbria, UK | | @bethanysunnersphotography

For this image, my daughter helped me to recreate one of my favourite photographs of my dad as a little boy. We recently had to say goodbye to him, so doing this meant a lot to me. Seeing how alike they look really is amazing, and watching him live on, in her, fills me with joy.

Jo Haycock | South Wales | | @johaycockphotography

I always remember my father being a keen photographer while we were growing up, where he took a more documentary and lifestyle approach to our childhood photographs as we travelled around experiencing the world. He recently sent me a picture of my eight-year-old self and I couldn’t stop staring at it. What is strange is that instead of the advice I’d normally give to that little girl in the photograph, I found myself asking her instead.

Jill Reidy | Blackpool | | @jillmreidy


When I got married at twenty-three in 1975 I was desperate for babies. It seems so young now, although I did wait till I was twenty-six. When I found out I was pregnant the first thing I did (after telling my husband) was phone my mum. The second thing I did was start frantically start sewing and knitting baby clothes. My husband had been a Blackburn Rovers fan as long as he could remember – and signed off all his ‘love letters’. with ‘Up the Rovers,’ or ‘UTR’. So, of course, I knitted that into the back of the little babygro. When Joe was born I couldn’t wait for it to fit him. I think he was about three months old when I won this photoshoot in a raffle. He’s now nearly 42 but needless to say I kept the babygro. What I’d forgotten was that I also had the phone that I used to make that call to my mum all those years ago. I found it in a drawer as I was looking for the babygro. Both the phone and the outfit evoked such strong feelings of nostalgia – I sniffed at the babygro, hoping to detect some remnants of my firstborn. There was no baby smell, but just the feel of the wool brought back memories of those happy days. I look so young in the original image, and so full of hope for the future. I wouldn’t like to go back in time, but looking at these pictures makes me realise just how fleeting our lives are.


PS Despite all the husband’s efforts Joe supports Man United….


Marge Bradshaw | Bolton, Lancashire | | @margebradshawphoto



It was our 3rd wedding anniversary this week. But I find it difficult to look back at our wedding photos.

Firstly, it was a difficult day logistically and emotionally; balancing the needs of my step-dad (later stages of mixed dementia), lack of real Dad (no longer with us), mother (crazy) and step-son (profoundly autistic). When I flick through the photos, all I feel is a sense of panic and stress.

Secondly, I chose my wedding dress on my own, in a rush. I distinctly remember the stomach-churning feeling I had looking in the mirror when I went to collect it. I hated it. But it was too late to do anything about it.

Inspired by #phlockdownmemorylane and motivated by LeAnna‘s Phlock summit session, I decided to get my dress out of its bag for the first time since our wedding.

I wanted to create something that conveys the claustrophobic, ‘out-of-body’ falling feeling, and reoccurring nightmare I still have about the whole experience and being in this frock. It was cathartic creating it. I know it probably sounds very insignificant right now, and is a different take this week’s challenge. But for me, if anything, I feel like I can finally put those bad memories to bed, and finally donate the dress to someone in need who can enjoy it…