Life in North Wales with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."
('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)
Friday, November 18, 2011
Chez Charles Perkins Sgt.
The middle house in this photo is where my grandmother was born in 1886 and was the home, for a few years, of her parents, Charles Perkins, stationed at the time at Mold Barracks, his wife, Rebecca and their sons. This is Brook Street. Mold, where I went this morning to have a look for myself. Much of the town, of course would now be unrecognisable to them and even the houses round the corner would not have been built at the time they were living there.
By 1907, Charles had retired from the army and the family was settled in Crewe, Cheshire. But that's the next chapter of the story.