While visiting Glasgow recently I went to see the Transport Museum. It proved to be a great day out and I would recommend a visit there if you are in Glasgow. There is such a variety of vehicles displayed there, from children’s bicycles to double decker buses and trams. One item that caught my eye was a pram that was in a recreated shop window. It brought me back forty three years.
My husband bought me a similar pram for our first child. It had plenty of room, could be pushed over all sorts of surfaces without discomfort to the baby because of the large wheels and springs. There was room for the baby to lie down stretched out. Baby would quickly settle if she was rocked to sleep in this pram. The large hood protected baby from cold, sea winds that blew in the town in which we lived at that time. I enjoyed many walks proudly pushing my pram.
When we returned from Scotland Brendan gave me this photograph he had taken forty three years ago of me pushing my pram with baby Shann inside. Brendan has always had an interest in photography and has collected many beautiful memories. See how he framed the photo to show my reflection. He was being prophetic showing me going through water. We did not know then what lay ahead in our lives but love has conquered. I have been through many deep waters since but God had not let the waters come over me.
One disadvantage, it occupied the hallway of the next house in which we lived. I often parked the pram outside the front door. A young girl knocked my door and asked if she could help me look after my baby for a while. I was happy to let her push the baby in the pram to get her over to sleep. This young lady has been a friend ever since.
Six years later I bought another spring pram. There was one similar to it in the museum shop. My family was increasing. I remember pushing that pram with two children in it, baby Aaron lying sleeping and Nora sitting at one end. It was the only vehicle we owned at that time. I went shopping with two children and was able to put the groceries underneath in a tray. I didn’t need a licence to drive that vehicle. Many were the walks I had pushing my precious children in this pram. I would arrive home from a visit with a friend with two content children sleeping. We had a good day out. I walked down memory lane as I looked in that shop window in the Glasgow Museum.