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Ever thought about all the people who lived in your house before you? Julie Myerson did, and set out to learn as much as she could about their fascinating lives.This is the biography of a house, the history of a home. It’s an ordinary house, an ordinary home, and ordinary people have lived there for over a century. But start to explore who they were, what they believed in, what they desired and they soon become as remarkable, as complicated and as fascinating as anyone.That is exactly what Julie Myerson set out to do. She lives in a typical Victorian terraced family house, of average size, in a typical Victorian suburb (Clapham) and she loves it. She wanted to find out how much those who preceded her loved living there, so she spent hours and hours in the archives at the Family Record Office, the Public Record Office at Kew, local council archives and libraries across the country. Like an archaeologist, she found herself blowing the dust off files that no-one had touched since the last sheet of paper in them was typed. As she scraped the years away, underneath she found herself embroiled in a detective hunt as, bit by bit, she started to piece together the story of her house, built in 1877, as told by its former occupants in their own words and deeds. And so she met the bigamist, the Tottenham Hotspur fanatic, the Royal servant, the Jamaican family and all the rest of the eccentric and entertaining former occupants of 34 Lillieshall Road. The book uncovers a lost 130-year history of happiness and grief, change and prudence, poverty and affluence, social upheaval and technological advance.Most of us are dimly aware that we are not the first person to turn a key in our front door lock, yet we rarely confront the shadows that inhabit our homes. But once you do – and Julie Myerson shows you how – you will never bear to part from their company again. This is your home's story too.

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The story of everyone who ever lived in our house

JULIE MYERSON


For

Elsie Hayward 1883

and

Jamie Jess Pidgeon 1984

‘Do you know what a census is?’

‘the layers of paper curled and rolled off’

‘blonde and dimpled and dungareed’

‘my kids and their scary sharpness’

‘here she is again … cross-legged and tender faced’

‘he knows the snowman will melt’

‘you’d never in a zillion years let me have wallpaper like that’

‘you can’t possibly remember anything about being there’

‘she can’t talk or do anything yet’

‘hair all slept-on, reading a story to an absorbed toddler’

‘the sleepy-ecstatic time after the birth of a baby’

‘someone else has done the same, felt the same’

‘I didn’t think I’d float’

‘I lub you mummy’

‘I run my finger down column after column …’

‘the marriage was in a state and I wanted to be with my mum’

‘I bought that hat for two and six at Cecil Gee’

‘The wedding cake … costs £7.1 Os with the cake stand hired from Arding & Hobbs

‘eyes lit up with a hot, happy smile’

‘He wouldn’t drink out there on the street.’

‘those sleeves were murder!’

‘and Alice our duck’

‘Peter is family. He and Phyll were in a fix …’

‘I think the bit of trouble was me coming along’

‘She was just … a bit of a lass.’

‘Inside, the papers are crumbling …’

‘the plan shows a new street 50 feet wide …’

‘the hedge I pruned last Sunday.’

‘the white columns so familiar to me.’

‘Joan’s mother’s sister … married Thomas Spawton, Lucy’s nephew.’

‘on holiday in Felixstowe’

‘Did she come back here to 34 Lillieshall Road at the end of that hot day in the photograph?’

‘Maslin … he’s the first occupant of 34 Lillieshall Road.’

‘a lot happens to me there’

‘That man knew all there was to know on the various ways of cooking meat.’

‘like a boy who’s been in the dressing-up box’

‘like a boy who’s been in the dressing-up box’

‘They get talking one cold February day in the Larkhall Tea gardens’

‘You know Francis & Sons, the men’s outfitters opposite?’

‘The store was busy, fully stocked and gaily decorated for the busiest Saturday of the year.’

‘She’ll never forget all those beds’

‘forty-three years old … and she’s never had a young man in her life!’

‘she was my favourite aunt, you see, Aunt Bea!’

‘Outside the air is bright, sparkling.’

‘the car-free road of sixty years ago flashes into life in my head.’

‘That’s my grandmother, the very old lady …’

‘he hurries up from North Street, past the cottages.’

‘the sprightly little man with a juvenile wit’

‘It’s one of those lovely wide new roads near the common.’

‘I eventually find her. Or at least I think it’s her.’

Edith’s birth certificate

For the very first time, I’m looking into the eyes of a Hayward.

‘here’s the written proof’

‘He peers again at the picture. “Margaret Thatcher?”’

‘a grocer’s daughter called Mary Goodall Strange’

‘he fell in with a fast set’

‘he was singing in a choir’

‘when she died she was cremated in it.’

‘George’s views must have led to a few arguments around the lunch table’

‘It might have been the last match ever played at this piece of ground.’

The Myersons Since 1988

Last autumn I came home from the local archives library where I’d been trying to research a novel set in the nineteenth century.

‘You’ll never believe what I found out today,’ I told my daughter Chloë, ‘about this house and the people who lived here before us. I found out that in 1881 there was a writer and journalist living here called Henry Hayward –’

Chloë stopped on her way up the stairs and paused, hand on banister – a banister sticky with the marks of three children who don’t often wash their hands.

‘A writer? Just like you, you mean? Was he famous?’

‘I don’t know but listen, this is the good bit – he had a wife called Charlotte and three kids who were just exactly the same ages as you three are now.’



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