Must iron some curtains before they become dry so few words, but on passing through the news this morning came upon this link, which will take you to 20th British films on the changing social landscape of Britain.
You just have to search for the town/village you are interested in and up comes a real OLD look at how Britain was.
Pat (Weaver of Grass) will love this one, it is about Wolverhampton, the 'Black Country' from where we both come, and has school children doing a historical tour round the town. They first visit St.Peter's church, which bought back the memory of when Louise our Italian 'maid' got married there to a Polish man, and for the first time I saw Polish dancing, and sucked those hard sweets with an almond in the middle.
Louise looked after my brother and me, as our stepmother never seemed to be there, and I always remember her climbing the old large pear and apple trees in the garden, and collecting the fruit in a large yellow basket, the apples would be stored along the shelves in the cellar, giving this dark place a sweet smell of slightly rotting fruit. The other memory of her is when we came back from a holiday when she was married, she had looked after my collie puppy at the time, and her first words "he s***, s*** everywhere". Sadly it was distemper, and the puppy died, my first big heartbreak!