People collect all sorts of things and my late father was no exception. He was a sucker for cartoons which he cut out of papers, magazines, basically anywhere if they made him laugh.
Mostly, they lived in small bundles in little brown envelopes and he would always take an envelope or two with him if he was going on a train journey or to places, like tennis clubs to pick us up, where he was likely to have time on his hands.
I was leafing through one of his art books this morning and this particular cutting floated onto the floor.
It made me laugh and think of how he loved to rile us women in the house by making outrageous statements about ‘a woman’s place.’ He would put on his most innocent look and remind us of his West Clare upbringing at a time when dowries and the like were still part of the agenda.
The gas thing about it all is that he was the first one to give conformity a good shake when he wanted and to highlight the abilities, potential and achievements of women in all sorts of different fields.
Thanks for the chuckles and the backhanded humourous encouragement, Dad!