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Home Fires: First House

It is the first house. In one of the few photographs of that first house, which predates conscious memory, my unfolding family history presents itself. My brother and I were only fifteen months apart, so we look almost like twins. I would guess my age to be one and half […]

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In the summer of 2013, a man knocked on the door of my house. He’d grown up within its walls. He was in his late eighties and he wanted to look around. He remembered his neighbours, which bedroom had been his and where his brothers had slept. The house is […]