August 7, 2008
I always loved to look at old photographs and hear about the past. This turned out to be a good thing, because all my grandparents died within a year, and their stories with them. I loved to hear about their childhoods. My motherís parents lived on farms in New York State. My fatherís mother lived above the butcher shop her parents owned in London. My fatherís father grew up in the tough docks of south London and never spoke of his family. To this day, I donít know why he cut himself off from all his relations except one sister.