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This is the home where my father grew up in England.
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That’s him in the foreground as a little fellow.
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This is the family at the rear of the house, my father second from the right.
It was a glorious estate named Lovell and I’m fortunate to have an album full of old photos from the turn of the century.
I’ve tried to research its history over the years but was never able to find much, even though I have the original address.
Enter my nemesis, AI.
And though I loathe its very existence and hate to admit its usefulness.…. after posing just one question I had a full break down in seconds.
Damn it.
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My grandfather is on the bench at the left.
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Top to bottom… my father, grandfather, and aunt.
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The whole clan. Grandfather seated on the right with grandmother standing beside. My father and aunt on the grass. Great grandmother and great grandfather (who looks like a marvelous old character!) seated on the left.
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The gardening staff. Caring for what seemed to be a popular picture taking backdrop.
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Reduced to flats.
Understandable, but still sad.
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It’s a shame so little of the original house stands today.
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It was always on my bucket list to find, but now that I have? It hardly seems worth the trip.
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River's world..... 