Ribbon development

It's a while since I blipped any Mother's Mondays so here's a bumper bundle. 

The main image shows my mother with her mother and her brother Philip. A posed photograph, she must have been about 6 and he was three years younger. She hated the ridiculous bow she was always made to wear but typically she is putting on a happy face: she so wanted her troubled family to be other than it was. Philip looks sulky and their mother's eyes are wistful. Philip was her youngest child, and 6th son, a welcome replacement for the 5th who died in infancy. My mother, Ida, was the 4th girl and always felt surplus to requirement. She hated the constant strife - between her parents and between her siblings. They all lived unhappily together in in this house. 

In extras, the first shows my mother (still bedecked with an outsized ribbon) in a rare picture of her father, generally agreed to be a pretty unpleasant man. She is fondly clasping his hand in another attempt to depict familial harmony. Her eldest sister Diana is on the left, Philip in the middle. 
The next image suggests it was not all doom and gloom. They are at the seaside and my mother's  3 sisters (and a friend) have  stuffed themselves into what looks like a canvas boat cover behind her and the mirth looks genuine.
Finally: my mother loved water and swimming became a escape valve. She took up high diving and  reached the terrifying pinnacle of the sport (60 feet). She just missed selection for the 1924 Olympics when she was only 15 but her friends predicted she would go next time. But by 1928 she had moved on and left all that behind.