Snapshot: At Liverpool's victory parade, 1978
It's 1978 and Liverpool FC have just won the European Cup. This is Queens Drive, Liverpool, and we are all waiting to cheer the players on their victory parade around the city.
There are homemade rosettes and streamers galore, lots will be left over from last year's jubilee parties when the great Bill Shankly went about our terraced streets to cut cakes and sign autographs. I offered him a felt tip pen and paper serviette and he told me to go and get something better so it would last. The streets are decorated again; more crepe paper, just red and white this year – no blue. A young Kenny Dalglish looks out from our bay window alongside posters of the celebrating squad.
My brother, Tony, is the boy with his arm aloft holding up the banner. Him and Mum – the blonde woman leaning to the side – are both lifelong Liverpool supporters. Dad (probably behind our old Brownie camera here) and me support the blues.
I'm the unimpressed girl at the front, in blue and white to make my football loyalties clear, although today I'm not allowed to wear my badges that say things like "Everton are Magic" and "Bob Latchford walks on water". Someone has given me a red and white streamer for the photo but they can't make me smile. Looks like the boy in blue nearest to me, one of the twins from up our road, feels the same. Everton fans who have to come see the Reds because everyone else in the family is.
The smiling red-haired boy in the centre used to live next door but one. Eleven years later I heard he was one of those who was pulled/climbed to safety from the crowd at Hillsborough.
One of Mum's best friends for many years, Frances, stands to the left of the photo wearing brown with a red and white crepe flower. Mum and Frances met at the local bus stop when both their first children were new babies, and stayed close friends until the ends of their lives. Frances passed on a few years ago and Mum followed her a couple of years later in 2012, a fanatical Reds supporter to the end. This photograph feels rooted in a time when everyone knew their neighbours and there was a sense of community spirit that seems to have faded, along with their war children generation.
Tricia Lowther
Playlist: An anthem for mums and daughters
Live While We're Young by One Direction
"Tonight let's get some / and live while we're young"
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I was one of the 80,000-strong audience at Wembley Stadium with my two daughters aged 12 and 14, their friend Ella and her mum, Cathy, to see One Direction. Rowan, 12, had counted down the days to go from 90 and spent all day Saturday making banners "Directioner and Proud" and "I love you, Harry."
Shona, 14, had painted her own face, her sister's and Ella's with hearts, slogans and the names of their two favourites – Niall and Harry. I was looking forward to the concert too, on the crest of their excitement.
The stadium was packed with other mothers and daughters. The girls texted friends in other blocks and strolled around the stadium. When One Direction finally came on, I hadn't expected to be so moved by such an outpouring of innocent and fun first love. As my daughters sang back all the words and signed hearts to the stage, I remembered that feeling of a first crush – in my case, Donny Osmond!
It's a transient time, on the brink of real relationships and a lovely, special time to catch a glimpse of again through the eyes of my daughters. I couldn't think of a better anthem than Live While We're Young – have fun, you are loved.
Sarah Richardson
We love to eat: Summer bilberry crumble
Ingredients
4oz (115g) plain flour
3oz (85g) sugar
2oz (55g) butter or margarine
1oz (30g) of crushed almonds
Bilberries – if you can't pick enough, you can pad them out with chopped apple
Rub the flour and butter together in a bowl, then add the sugar and the crushed almonds. Mix gently. Place the washed fruit in an ovenproof dish with a dusting of sugar, cover with the crumble topping and cook for about 40 minutes at a moderate temperature. We like to eat ours with vanilla ice-cream but a big dollop of fresh cream goes down just as well.
Our family love picking and eating wild bilberries and our favourite way to eat them is in a crumble. They are related to blueberries but are, in my opinion, far tastier. I like the crumble topping to be slightly sweeter than normal as I add very little sugar to the fruit itself as it spoils its subtle, slightly tart flavour.
A close second is to drop them into a thick pancake or drop scone batter. This is the taste of high summer and all the sweeter because of the fun of picking them.
Gathering and eating bilberries takes me back to my childhood in West Wales in the 70s. Mum and Dad always took my brother and me picking every summer. I am transported back to the small winding lanes of my youth where the sun always shone and the red kites whistled and wheeled overhead.
Mum usually baked the bilberries in a tart but I find the pastry can get a little soggy as they are a lovely juicy fruit – fingers are always stained purple after picking! The best time to collect them in West Wales is from mid-July, a time that fortunately coincides with the school holidays. Most children love picking bilberries. My three boys certainly do, though not as much as eating the final product.
Huw Jones
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