Tag: Bethnal Green
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Albert Taylor – The patient’s friend
By Christine Swan My grandfather died in the nineteen seventies. I remember him as being a wiry man with a full head of white hair, arms covered in regimental tattoos and stubbly chin. On Saturday afternoons, with a house full of excited children, he gave the impression of being rather grumpy, being content to talk…
Awful Rigours and Wretched Pay 