Auntie Marie was thrilled to go inside number 13, she has not been there since she left as a young woman, the lady who lives here now was born in this house and she is now in her fifties. She invited us in and Auntie Marie wanted to be photographed in this room. In our day this room was used for everything. My grandad was a coal miner and every day his daughters, my aunts, had to prepare a tin bath filled with hot water in front of the fire which is hidden behind that screen. I have vivid memories of my grandad coming home black with coal dust, getting into the bath and trying to get clean with the help of the girls who scrubbed his back. I don't recall ever seeing him shiny bright, the coal dust was too ingrained.
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