Fantastic, bring back many memories. My gran lived in one of the houses in the second #202 picture. The one with somebodies' hand shaking something out of the attic window. She died in the mid fifties before this photo was taken. I would spend every Saturday afternoon sat silently on a chair in the dark by the door in the dark living room. All the family would visit her then. My mom, dad (the eldest son), his three brothers and two sisters. In the couple of years before she died she had a telly but it wasn't on when we were there as she thought the telly people could see and hear us. For one year in the early fifties, uncle Albert, a postman who never married and lived with gran, was lying in bed by the downstairs window dying of cancer. Apart from my mom none of the other husbands or wives came and I was the only grandchild there. As I sat there in the dim light for what seemed hours, I was not seen, never mind not heard
mike your memories are tinged with a sadness but they also give us an insight into just how life was in those days...this is what social history is all about so thank you for that and i really think we will be pushed to find a better set of wheeler st photos..
take care
lyn
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