This is my mother's childhood home. Very moving to go there with her cousins Hazel and Pat, all of whom grew up nearby & remembered random things about their grandad & grandmum—which room Joyce slept in, breakfasts, the knickknack store. It is and it isn't part of me, but then I no longer know if my own childhood home is or isn't me. Her father and grandparents are buried across the street in the huge Anfield Cemetery. Read More