Number 39
Number 39 stood next to a railway embankment that ran alongside the house; this was the home of my paternal grandparents’ and their three boys. A small selection of snapshots, all taken in the back garden over a period of three decades, reveal snippets of family life.
It’s been over sixty years since I last stood in the garden at number 39. Hazy memories, half remembered stories, and fading pictures are all that remain. It’s a place lost to time but one that remains deep in my psyche, my roots belong there.
