by Pete Johnson
I was born in London. One of the great world cities. When I was born, the last war had only been over for a bit more than six years, and relatives were still fighting, this time in Korea. Times were hard, and life was simple. The TV had one channel, and we still listened to shows on the radio. Cinema was the great escape from cold rooms, smog, and harsh winters. Most of my family lived within a short walk. We were always in and out of each other’s houses, and congregated at my maternal grandmother’s house. Despite the unenviable lot of women back then, it was undoubtedly a matriarchal society, as far as I could tell.
That area of South London was close to the docks. Close enough to see the superstructure of the…
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