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	Comments on: TENEMENT BUILDING TOWER HAMLETS EAST LONDON 1970S BRITAIN	</title>
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		By: steve adams		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember visiting my &#039;auntie&#039; Amy in about 1962 to get rid of her upright piano..broken up in the street outside the tenement. All I can recalled is seeing her sitting in a small room at the landing on the first floor I think. She was a silhouette in the darkness and the air of poverty was so evident. Her husband was a docker and she had a wooden leg, we were not rich, we came from Kendal Rise, but this was a good level below us....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember visiting my &#8216;auntie&#8217; Amy in about 1962 to get rid of her upright piano..broken up in the street outside the tenement. All I can recalled is seeing her sitting in a small room at the landing on the first floor I think. She was a silhouette in the darkness and the air of poverty was so evident. Her husband was a docker and she had a wooden leg, we were not rich, we came from Kendal Rise, but this was a good level below us&#8230;.</p>
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