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This “story of everyone who ever lived in our house” is fascinating and inspiring.  Julie’s house is in Clapham, London, and was built in 1872.  With careful detective work she tracks down descendents of those who had lived there and learns their stories.  I found it captivating and was often reminded of my early genealogical research, and the thrill I got when making a new connection.

The author suggests we leave our emotional and spiritual fingerprints on buildings and places.  This is thought-provoking when we think of the many buildings that have been lost in Christchurch.  Have our emotional and spiritual fingerprints been obliterated by the earthquakes?  What is the difference between leaving a place voluntarily and being force out by circumstances beyond your control?  In 2002 when I left an office I’d occupied for more than seven years, I felt compelled to write my name inside a cupboard, to leave some tangible relic of the time I’d spent there.  I remarked to a colleague that I’d been there long enough to have shed my skin completely – she was not impressed!  When the February 2012 earthquake forced me from another office, there was no opportunity to leave a deliberate mark, and the memories have a very different flavour.

When we first bought our Cottage (built in the 1860s) we obtained a title where the earliest owner shown was in 1877.  The City Council had no earlier records.  After reading this book I’m inspired to do more research – when I have time!  Perhaps you’ll read about this in a future blog post.

The book is long, 450 pages, but never boring.

“More people have called this house home
enough to fill a lengthy tome.”

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