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	Comments on: Little Staughton Google Street View MK44 2BY	</title>
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		By: Ann V		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ann V]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jun 2019 22:08:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wow Jo.  What starts as an innocent little journey ends so dramatically. Stunning piece. So sad.
I agree that people should make good use of Google street view (and satellite view) and- as an archeologist friend advised, take dated screen prints.
Using Google and  satellite view, I checked a house my Great grandmother had rented in the summer of 1908 and found to my amazement it was now a small hotel. This summer two cousins and I went there to see where some of our ancestors had wiled away the summer. It was a very strange feeling. In a letter she justified renting the place as it was &#039;only an hour and a quarter drive from [her home in] Glasgow. An easy run for an early car owner. At some times of day, it takes the same time to drive it now.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow Jo.  What starts as an innocent little journey ends so dramatically. Stunning piece. So sad.<br />
I agree that people should make good use of Google street view (and satellite view) and- as an archeologist friend advised, take dated screen prints.<br />
Using Google and  satellite view, I checked a house my Great grandmother had rented in the summer of 1908 and found to my amazement it was now a small hotel. This summer two cousins and I went there to see where some of our ancestors had wiled away the summer. It was a very strange feeling. In a letter she justified renting the place as it was &#8216;only an hour and a quarter drive from [her home in] Glasgow. An easy run for an early car owner. At some times of day, it takes the same time to drive it now.</p>
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		By: Lyn Innes		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lyn Innes]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jun 2019 15:04:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I find it both intriguing and intrusive to follow those google videos — even to the care home in Maroubra, Sydney where my mother spent her final years, and the very remote mountain top farm where I grew up  in the 1940s. The house has collapsed and the farm, so determinedly cleared by my father is now covered with brambles and scrubby eucalyptus. So many half-buried histories to be uncovered. I love the way you have done this, moving from the personal childhood memories to the international American involvement. 

And intriguing too to discover that your father was a butcher. So was mine, before he left Scotland. His father’s shop remains, still in the family name, in Aboyne.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I find it both intriguing and intrusive to follow those google videos — even to the care home in Maroubra, Sydney where my mother spent her final years, and the very remote mountain top farm where I grew up  in the 1940s. The house has collapsed and the farm, so determinedly cleared by my father is now covered with brambles and scrubby eucalyptus. So many half-buried histories to be uncovered. I love the way you have done this, moving from the personal childhood memories to the international American involvement. </p>
<p>And intriguing too to discover that your father was a butcher. So was mine, before he left Scotland. His father’s shop remains, still in the family name, in Aboyne.</p>
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		By: Nigel		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jun 2019 12:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Such a strong sense of place and family history in the context of national history!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a strong sense of place and family history in the context of national history!</p>
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