Post-war housing, 4
In one sense, I mean this in this sense. I want to tell the story of the council house, this council house. From not long after I was born until they went to live in Ireland in 1980, this was my parents’ house. From when it was built until they bought it in 1977, they rented it from Epping Forest District Council. I was bred there, my sister born and bred.
It is a very ordinary house. In the ‘sixties and ‘seventies it would have been a bit smaller and plainer than it is now. It had a good sized kitchen, and a large living room, the far end of which was taken up by the dining table we sat round on Sundays and Christmas, our everyday day meals being eaten found the still pretty large kitchen table. It had three storage rooms downstairs, three bedrooms upstairs along with separate…
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