Hi There fellow Listers! I decided to forward the Whitsuntide piece to my brother and sister, after posting it to the list. And it paid off, because later in the day my brother,(in England), replied. I had been unsure when the processions finished. Roy, who was 7 years my junior, and still attending Sunday School and Boys' Brigade when I was away from home at a Teachers'Training College, was able to add more. He wrote --- " We still had the parades after the war, I remember them quite vividly, we marched to Queen's Rd. Church that Auntie Florrie used to attend and the column stretched as far as the eye could see. You are right about the bands, we had the Boys Brigade giving it some wellie or the Broad Street Sallies". His words brought the scene vividly to mind----the procession straggling along to the premier Baptist church, (in central Coventry). Sadly the vision must be in my mind's eye alone, as there has been much redevelopment of that area, with the resultant truncating of the pleasant Greyfriars Green, from whence there used to be a view of the three spires Change is inevitable so it is no used crying over spilt milk----but just be grateful that the memories are there! Talking and sharing with family and friends often leads to further discoveries, I find. I am amazed how the family snippets can add up to something impressive, if memories are given an airing. Do try it! I mourn for the opportunities I let slip by, although unwittingly! The photograph was not in my possession until too late. But oh if I could have talked it over with Grandma or Gt. Aunt Alice, I could have dated it with greater accuracy. We have a close up---a professional shot of little Florrie togged up for the event, in all her Whitsuntide finery. She would not have been more than 3 years old, I'm sure, possibly less. Which begs the question --where was my mother? Was she born yet ,(1904), and left at home with my Gt grandmother? Or was she discreetly awating birth, although Grandma looks too trim for that! What finery they wore---large well decorated hats and leg o' mutton sleeves!A few hats amongst the bystanders are hugely decorated with a "garden" of flowers or a "fruit-salad"!!! What an effort the people of this silk weaving and coalmining community had made to dress up in their Sunday best. How do I know these details, you may well ask? It isn't very clear from the small photo---- but I told you, that I had successfully enlarged it to an A3 size, when so much more became apparent. And then, for comparison I have the photos of the workaday world, in the little book, where the poverty and roughness shows. In the latter many of the womenfolk look to be a tough no-nonsense lot! How they must have laboured to transform themselves for Sundays and celebrations! Regards, Muriel