Exploring minute alterations in the urban environment - our parking lot at work was recently repaved and although I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was excellent, I did admire the way that they had precisely painted the white demarcation lines, to me, that’s an art. Strange how we want life to be all neatly ordered isn’t it? Just like a parking lot! And often we’re reminded that life is really a tangled mess in reality. Been doing more genealogical research into my Cornish grandfather, John Drew, born around 1810 in Truro - hundreds if not thousands of hours of study that only amounts to a few bare facts. In my conclusion, after careful analysis... it’s a tragic start in life for John Drew... yet he made the most of it - born illegitimate to a mother, called Susanna (she must have been pretty young at the time - maybe 16) ... born in the local Workhouse in Truro, and abandoned to the powers that be. Yet, they looked after him, taught him how to read and write, paid for an apprenticeship- set him up in life. Life isn’t easy, we can’t always have everything in straight lines - sometimes it’s a mess and we do our best!
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