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Tag: Mothers

November 8, 2022 + #Humour, #Silenti, Photography, Social Media

Fishing for Golden Girls

There were four of them: best friends who grew up in the smoky old streets of Bolton, Lancashire, long before the leviathan called ‘Greater Manchester’ gobbled up anything that looked remotely prosperous. Bolton’s not prospering, now. It’s yet another ‘depressed former mill town’, though that blanket description completely masks the major contributions that Bolton – and many of the large towns near it – … Read More Fishing for Golden Girls

March 19, 2020 + #Silenti, Consciousness

On Cobbled Streets

by Steve Tanham

The opening photo was taken in the autumn. It shows the Bolton street where my mother still lives. Born in 1930, she survived the economic depression of the inter-war years, and the bombings, doodlebugs and devastation of WW2. I was born, at home, in a street of steeply sloping terraced houses not far from where that photo was taken. It was part of an … Read More On Cobbled Streets