Have you been to where your parents were born? What was it like? If you haven’t been, describe how you imagine it to be.
I’ve never seen where my parents were born, well technically I would have been taken there when I was little; but that hardly counts. Both my parents moved around when they were growing up, as my grandfathers both worked in the food industry, advising on factories – one was an expert in biscuits and the other in jam – how cool is that?! Ironically they knew each other through work and my grandmas met for the first time at a bus stop, after my granny had dropped my father off for his first day at school. It’s weird how things come full circle.
I’m not sure it really matters to me where my parents grew up; but I guess if they had lived in one place for their whole childhoods then it would have more of an impact. I did go to Gunnislake in Cornwall, where my grandma was evacuated to during the war. That was really amazing and emotional for her – especially as it had changed so much; but the house was still there. I love hearing my grandma’s tales of when she was growing up. My favourite is when there was an air raid warning and my Great Nana got her up dressed her and then went to get something, she came back and found that Grandma had got back into bed and gone to sleep again, ignoring the horrendous screeching of the sirens!
I’m not sure I’d want to take my children back to where I grew up. It’s got such a range of emotions tied to it, that I’m not sure I’d want to revisit it, especially if it had changed and wasn’t the way I remembered it. I think it’s more important to show them the person you are now, than to dwell on who you were or where you came from.