One of my fondest wishes is to travel to London someday and spend several weeks (or months, actually) in some London Apartments while I travel around England to see the places where my grandparents grew up back in the early 1900′s. Recently my sister sent me a copy of a letter she had found that was typed up by my grandfather back in the 1980′s where he wrote a short autobiography of how he had met my grandmother and how they had come to live in America back in the 1920′s.
He wrote about how difficult life was in London back then, and how poor they were before they moved here. Then he wrote about how he and my grandmother lived in an abandoned chicken coop and raised their family, and how they could see the sky through the slats in the roof when they went to bed, and how the rain and snow came into the house. And yet they thought that their lives here in the United States was better than their life had been in London! When I think of the life they led, and the poverty they endured, I feel a deep desire to go back to London and meet my distant relatives and see where they had lived. Staying in some
London Apartments while being there would really be an experience to cherish forever.