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After my great uncle Jack died a few years ago I was given the task of scanning the thousands of photos he and his wife Mary had in their collection.
Read more: Bringing my great uncle's photos to the Fediverse
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When I heard the other day that Nick Clegg had stepped down as Meta's President of Global Affairs, the news that followed about Meta were making changes to their content moderation policies wasn't surprising. Nick Clegg was responsible for setting up the platform's Oversight Board which, in turn, was the ultimate body responsible for content moderation decisions.
Since then, more details about these changes have been published which has led me to start winding down my use of Facebook and other Meta products.
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After a friend and I were talking recently, we commented on how kinda unusual it was that he was originally from Mile Cross in Norwich, and I was from Three Mile Cross, near Reading.
"What happened to Two Mile Cross?" we wondered. It's in Aberdeen, apparently.
Which got us thinking: how many other "Mile Cross"es are there out there?
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I'm starting this post with a content warning. This article is a way of getting my feelings out, so if reading about death, grief, cancer, or the pandemic isn't for you, feel free to pass on by.
I started writing this article at the start of 2020, with the intention of talking about the loss of my mum six months after her death. However, I think we all know what happened that year and it just felt inappropriate.
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When I saw the topic of 'full house' for #52Ancestors, there was one place that immediately came to mind: Pound Cottage.
Pound Cottage was where my maternal grandparents lived, where my mum, aunt, and uncles grew up, and where I have many memories of family gatherings.
Read more: Pound Cottage: Memories of a hub of family activity
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Anyone can tell a love story. About how they or someone they knew met, fell in love, married, and lived happily ever after.
But how many can say their marriage was the very first to be held in their local church?
That's something my great-uncle Jack and his wife Mary were able to lay claim to.