My paternal grandparents with the incredibly scruffy next generation. The Childs family. They would become two lawyers, two doctors and an almoner (social worker). My father is on the far left. I don't remember any of them being that threadbare and woolly but clearly it was in the family somewhere..
I think my great grandmother had a Beatrix Potter thing going on with her Benjamin Bunny
tam o shanter and Mr Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise's string bag. You will remember that he went to dinner with Mr Jeremy Fisher, taking his own lettuce with him in one.
The little girl, Joyce, was the younger sister of Grandfather's wife Mabel, standing next to him. Joyce, unencumbered by the Childs aesthetic became a fashion illustrator in Paris! Alas, I never knew her because she died in childbirth.