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Monthly Archives: May 2014
Dirty Money
Ken, my husband, dug up this livery button in the vegetable garden of our cottage the other day. He might be a bit mutton, but he’s still a hawk-eye for a bit of garden archeology, and swooped on what looked … Continue reading
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Those were the Days
8, Church Street, Walsall: Sunday 7th April 1861. Name: Thos. Day Age: 19 Occupation: Baker Where born: Boston, Lincolnshire My mother’s great grandfather, Thomas Watson Day, was not yet out of his teens. He had left behind all that was … Continue reading
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The tiny parlour
My dad told me that when he was at work pegging out building plots for the new estates that were springing up north of Birmingham in the post-war years, he would marvel at how inconveniently small the allotted spaces … Continue reading
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