Project narrative
Listen to the trees, they whisper.
Stories of a bygone time.
The congregation, who prayed and worshipped.
Now RIP neath the bells that chime.
Others lost in fields afar.
Both world wars, one and two.
They fell and gave their lives, for us.
We must remember, me and you.
Every building has its memoirs.
Behind a window or a gate.
S olihull V irtual H igh S treet.
Nineteen forty eight.
.....
Miss Sanderson!
Dorothy! ...... Florence!
How are you both?
Ah! Miss Deebank!
I love the latest Dinky toys.
Miss Constance May Podesta!
I must come for another piano lesson.
Miss Blizzard! and Miss Blizzard!
You look identical today.
How is Miss Forster?
Is she still teaching?
Oh! The Manor House!
What a glorious building.
'Touch wood', it stays forever.
Joe? ..... Joe Kinchen?
Love the new Morris Minor.
Mr. Wrenson! I've got an idea.
Have you thought about selling burgers and chips?
The kids will love it!
Wrensons ..... Letitia ..... Machie's.
Oh! I remember it all.
Listen to the STREET, it whispers.
Nineteen ..... forty ..... eight.
