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May 21, 2008



How fascinating, and what a shame those are the only two paragraphs he wrote. Would it be possible to track down Manya, Nadya et al through school, marriage or death certificates?

My own father at 76 has started talking about his own forebears and early life much more than ever before. At a funeral last year he told me about the day his own father died, when he was 6 years old. A sad and moving story that he'd never told any of his children before.

My father grew up in 20th century Essex, but in many ways it sounds like the dim and distant pre-industrial past.

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