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partners there, dodged the bombs that fell, had lots of family and lifelong friends all around them. Their lives were full - they knew hundreds of people by
first and last name within walking distance and interacted with them all through life. They died there and were laid out in those homes by volunteers. The
death of an old person was mourned by a whole community not a lonely event that nobody else in the street knew even happened - as is common in forward
thinking 'communities'.
They were isolated from the outside community its true. But that says more about the places that swallowed them up than
it does about them.
Now its gone totally - don't speak ill of the dead and if you're going to, make sure you tell it like it really was. My
family feel like they have been erased. Slummy or vibrant? Something in-between is more like it with richness and depth you wont see again. It exists
only in the memory of those old backwards villiage people.
Alls I can say is THANKYOU for speaking of Garston so wrongly. If ever needed the
motivation to get my families history written up, I have it now.
edited to add: This wasnt said in a mean way, just
passionate. but on looking at it, it could be taken offensively, sorry if it is. Think I may have read more into your comments more than I should have.
Then again, you did just call my entire bloodline backwards villiage people.
My dad seen the photos above for the first time today. he is
almost seventy. He has called me twice because he cant get it out of his mind. His anguish about all that is lost and all the memories flooding back of the
real garston - long gone - are driving him mad. Its been a rough day.
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