Re: Childhood House
Re: Childhood House
Re: Childhood House
Re: Childhood House
When we came to live in York we were in rented premises almost opposite the Minster. It was a genuine 'Tudor' house - all wattle and daub walls and oak beams inside - the outside had been rendered. There was no electricity above the second floor and no two rooms were on the same level - there were steps up or down into each of them. We children loved it as it was 'different' and had lots of ideal hide and seek places, Dad was ambivalent as he spent most of his time in his workshop - but mother hated it! We left there when I was about 12 yrs old. Went back for a look around a couple of years ago - it has been tastefully modernized and is used as a holiday let. It seemed much smaller - but just as interestingRe: Childhood House
Re: Childhood House
I lived in an old house in a suburb of London. We used to put our hands through the letterbox to grab a bit of string with the key attached to get in through a huge garage. I remember Dad keeping chickens there and the cockerel used to chase me.Re: Childhood House
Isn't it strange though how two people can have different perceptions of the same place? My paternal grandfather lived in Skegness in a rambling 4 bedroom house. The long summer holidays from school alternated between Ireland and Skegness. Grandfather left his house jointly to my brother and I (our younger sister had died) and I would have loved to live there as I had such happy memories of time spent there and was, therefore, amazed when my brother announced that he had always hated the place!
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