Tsar Alexander III

[andyg0404]

Hi,

This is from the Historical Boys Clothing Site. Michael, youngest son of Tsar Alexander III.

Andy G.

[Angela M...]

What year would that be Andy, about the 1900 ?

[andyg0404]

Hi Angela,

It would be 1883 or 1884 as he was born in 1878 and he is five or six in the photo.

Andy G.

[Angela M...]

Thanks for that Andy I like the clothes he is wearing. It reminds me a bit of the sailor outfit I had as a toddler. As I was raised in a house of all women, my grandmother, mother and her two sisters, I was always in nightgowns or dresses until I was about four years old and started school. Mom told me I was very upset at being put into short pants and shirt and brown sandals for school and wanted to wear my sisters dress. My sister was a year younger and we always played together or with my aunts in the garden or at the park a block away. I was so upset at being left with a strange teacher that I slipped away and followed my mother home. She was shocked when I came in and said I am not going back and went to our room to change into a dress. My mother had to go next door to the Doctors office and telephone the school to explain. They were very upset with her until she said my father would talk to the head about why they had let me leave and nobody followed. That ended that story. I have not found any old photo's earlier than aged four because we did not have a camera. There was one of me laying on the table wearing only real rubber pants and no nappy. I asked mom about that and she said with two of us in nappies they were always washing and hanging to dry in front of the fireplace so they would just put my rubber pants on to prevent damage to the furniture and carpets. Maybe that is why I have had a thing for rubber pants all my life. I always remember my aunts and the neighbours making such a fuss over my blond curly hair and how cute I was. Mom kept it long until just before I was to start school. Dad came home from a trip and saw my sister and I playing tea party in the bedroom and of course I was wearing a dress. He thought my sister had a friend in to play but when he discovered it was me we were off to the barbers before I knew what had happened and remember my mother crying as we went out. A quick bus ride and I had short hair and then it was me who cried. I never forgave my dad for that and by the time I was twelve or thirteen I let it grow long again. He was always making comments but I ignored him and after some of my friends let theirs grow during summer holidays he gave up trying to embarrass us. That was about the time my parents were finding my girl clothes hidden in the closet or under my mattress ( bad spot as mom changed the beds every week ) or even in a box behind the furnace, I forgot dad cleaned the filter every once in awhile. Oh well that got off the subject a bit but thanks for the photo Andy.