Many of the family stories have some relationship to the place in which they occurred – Knottingley, Yorkshire, or Detroit, Michigan – or to what a house or location meant to the people in the story. Good vs. bad neighborhoods, city vs. country, showy and fancy vs. warm and cozy. Sometimes it helps to know how far apart or near each other people’s homes were – Google maps tells me that it would have taken Len (my maternal grandfather) 15 minutes to walk over to Winnie’s (my maternal grandmother’s) house. This picture is of a house I have very fond memories of – Little Snagbrook, where Jill & Sven, Tim, Kate and Clive (aunt, uncle and cousins) lived in the 1960s. This picture was from 2010 when I was lucky enough to (a) be allowed to walk around by the current occupant and (b) have a beautiful sunny day in September to light up all the old brickwork. Continue reading On the street where you live… →