📷 Up from a 2-hour nap at 8:30, I hurried out to see what the sunset might look like. Opened the front door, and the humidity hit, then I saw the street was wet. It had rained—stormed. There were large green elm leaves in the yard from the neighbor's tree.
Picked up my regular Cucumber/Lime/Mango Lemonade at Circle K and pulled into an abandoned convenience store across from the megachurch to watch the last light.
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I'm always trying to place you in a spatial context from isolated local references and glimpses of photos (not in a creepy way, I can assure you 😆). It's an interesting exercise from this far away.
@TG_Esq
I'm intentionally vague-ish about my GPS. It's not safe. I'm an eyes-wide-open queer living in Christofascistland.
I don't know if you've read here, but my first years were in a village outside Cambridge. Dad was USAF at Lakenheath/Mildenhall. I came back to America at 5 with a Cockney accent! x
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I suspected as much (and I'm not pressing for more details - you need to look out for your safety). It's more like watching that movie where the setting seems familiar from other movies, but it is quite foreign at the same time. And when it ends, you realise that it was set in an unnamed place and an unknown time. The setting, the story, the idea is enough.
(I might have had too much coffee. 😊)
That's a lovely story. What did "Loop the Loop" mean?
East Enders end up in all sorts of places outside London. Many moved to new towns like Milton Keynes and further afield, bringing their culture.
I'd forgotten about how we pick up accents from others around us. You've reminded me that I probably picked up a Welsh-French accent from a tutor, one year in adult education.
This was 1960 England. Jessie was a widow. Her butcher husband was a volunteer firefighter killed in the Blitz. She took whatever she had and moved out of London after the war. She had a silver caravan-trailer with sunflowers all around in a spot of countryside next to our village. She cared for children to earn a living.
I remember the sunflowers. Everything else was relayed to me by Mom, after my insistent questions over the years.
Recently my mum told me about visiting the East End with my Dad in the 1960s. They saw how hard up the area looked, which was shocking for them as a young couple.
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