7.12.2010

everton terrace...


One of my blog friends, Cynthia from BEATNHEART, once asked me where the name for my blog came from.  Finally, here I am, months later, getting around to the explanation - sorry it took so long Cynthia. 

To do this, I will expand on the photo my mother submitted for the four lovely women post this morning.  My mother is on her yearly trip "home" to England.  She visits family and friends and meets up with a group of childhood school friends for cream tea at the very lovely Adelphi Hotel (photo above) in Liverpool. 

My mother was born and raised in post war Liverpool, England.  To be precise, she was born and raised in a place called Everton in Liverpool.  To be even more precise, I bet you know where this is going, my mother was born and raised in Everton Terrace, Liverpool, England.  The address was 26 Everton Terrace and this was the front doorway (it's gone now).  By the way, she does have arms, they are just behind her back in this photo.


Yes indeed, this is where the name of my blog comes from.  I grew up hearing stories about my mother's childhood.  I created a picture of what the streets, shops and most importantly, the people of this, to me, magical place, were like.  When I decided to open my Etsy shop and start this blog, I was stumped for the right name.  I wanted something that would work for both sites, a name that sounded like a place you might like to visit and most importantly, a name that had a special meaning to me.  Everton Terrace, when it popped into my head, was just so obvious. 


My mother is fortunate enough to be able to go "home" every year and reconnect (since the internet) with her childhood friends.  These lovely women get together and spend an afternoon together and they have themselves a good time.  I have met a few of them.  These are ladies you'd like to sit down and have a cuppa with friends.  Smart, sassy, funny and sweet.



There you go.  The name of my blog and shop are a tribute to my mother, my ever supportive mother.  Everton Terrace is the place of my mother's childhood.  A place that fueled my childhood imagination.  It is a part of my mother's identity, a connection to where she came from.  A connection she keeps in her memory.  The homes are all gone now, but the friends, well, the friends luckily remain.

19 comments:

Claire Kiefer said...

Probably my favorite of your posts yet. So sweet and touching, and what amazing old photos!

Andrew H. said...

Great job describing the source of your name. I have visited the location where this community once was. It was great being able to see the area and sense the history.

Teenage Bride said...

I had a feeling there was a great story behind the name. What a fabulous tribute. I love it!

Ren- Lady Of The Arts said...

What a lovely story and photographs- Thank you for sharing-I was wondering!

Megan (Best of Fates) said...

Aw, that's such a great background story to the name, I love it!

Maria said...

That place has turned out all sorts of great stuff, huh, J? :-D

shari @ little blue deer said...

Oh, that is so sweet! I had wondered, figured it was just your neighborhood. How clever, love it!

Henley said...

Interesting. I often wonder what causes people to chose a name, either for a business, novel, painting or even a child. I like that their is meaning to "Everton Terrace", thank you for sharing the story. I hope I look as well preserved as these women who must be about my mother's age!

Debby said...

I love the story behind your blogs name and the tribute to your Mom is touching! xo

Silver Strands said...

I'd been wondering too ... glad to hear the story behind the blog. What a sweet tribute and an all-around good read :)

oxox
Denalee

MJM said...

It is a magical place, and yes Aunt Maria, it did produce some pretty great stuff!

Beatnheart said...

cor blimely!! aren’t they just lovely. Great post
jeanette...lovely old piccies and the ladies look just grand. hmmmmm cream tea...chip butties....jam rolly polly...

Chris said...

How great, you tell the story so well and as one of those childhood friends who was also brought up in Everton it was a good place to be!!specially in the 1960's. We the Notre Dame Everton Valley girls who went to school all those years ago look fwd to our annual reunion.......and the afternoon cream teas are to be recommended:0)xx

katie said...

How wonderful!! My mom is still friends with her childhood chums and they continue to get together every year and take trips together. It's very sweet that she has maintained lifelong friendships and continues to feel nurtured by those women. I'm glad you had such a lovely mom and that you had such inspiration from her. Thank you for sharing this and those great photos! Love and hugs to you :)

Anonymous said...

Ah, I love it. The name of your blog has always conjured up magical images for me, but the real explanation is even better...

bronwyn said...

I love this story. I am friends with several childhood friends as well. I hope we can stay in touch for as long as your mother and her friends. What a fun bunch of ladies!

pamela said...

and i think your mother inspired me to try imitating accents! lovely was not part of my vocbulary before. although i don't remember thinking that she spoke differently as a child, just that she had cool clothes and a groovy crochet bikini.
always has a fun story, too!
enjoyed the photos.

Twila's Vintage said...

Love the older photos at the top. Sop cute. Thanks for the nice comments on the bridal veil and my stone and rope belt. I made a few more veils that I will be posting soon. It is rewarding but also makes me a little nervous knowing its their special day...ha. Have a great night!

Twila
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Anonymous said...

Hi, My family lived at Everton Terrace too - No. 79

Jeanette