Belonging
I was born in the bedroom on the right (Google Streetview) Yesterday, under the headline, "Experiment", I wrote an extract from an imagined memoir. I thought that would be the last of it but no. For whatever reason, today I sat at this keyboard and began to write a second excerpt. I wanted to dig into a less safe, perhaps less comfortable aspect of my life. These thoughts have always swum around in my head - wondering how I came to feel like an outsider. I am sure that there were several ingredients but in this writing I am touching upon how my parents and the life they fell into after the second world war contributed to that feeling. Of course, the experience of reading Richard Hines's memoirs has once again sparked this piece. Next week I think I will print off a copy of it for him. After all, I know so much about him but what does he know of me? ⦿ Where do we truly belong? I know that I am Yorkshire through and through because this was the county of my birth and a...