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Our house was built in 1910. My great-grandfather built it himself and he was extremely his accomplishment. The site had been given to him and his wife as a wedding present from her parents. They had been very the nature of the gift, but also very it. The house is situated on a top of a small hill and there is a small river nearby. My great-grandparents were very the place, and it can be seen, for example, by looking at the beautiful garden they built there. The house is made of stone and wood, and it was designed to last at least a century.
Their first child was born in 1913, just before the first world war. During the war my great-grandmother was her husband, who had been drafted into the army. She was happy about getting letters from her husband, and dozens of letters were written by her during the lonely months. My great-grandfather returned safe and sound from the war, even though his return had been doubted by so many since there had been no news of him for months. But he did return, and my great-grandmother was joy. They had three more children, including my grandfather, who was born in 1923.
As a little boy my grandfather was airplanes and flying, and he was given the nickname "Flying-Fred" by his two brothers. The family was not rich, but the children were never short of anything. Even on birthdays they were given presents, mostly by their grandparents, who were deeply attached to their grandchildren. My grandfather's eldest brother was ten years his senior, but they were never each other. They were both keen on football, and they were often seen to play together. It has been said that they were inseparable.
The family was its life for two decades, but then the Second World War broke out. Simon, the eldest child in the family, and Steven were both drafted, and it might have been impossible to keep Simon from going, anyway, he felt so his country. Fred, my grandfather, was too young to go when the war first started, but after he turned eighteen, he joined his brothers. Steven and Fred returned safely even if Steven had been injured in a bombing attack, but he recovered quickly. Simon, however, was missing in action and he had not been seen for months. Eventually they got the word that Simon had been killed.
Fred was himself for letting Simon die, but there was nothing that could have been done. The war had been unfortunate for many, but Fred didn't realize he was one of the fortunate ones. He still had a home and parents and a brother and a sister to return to, but things were what they had been before the war. I have been told that it took several years before my grandfather became his fortune, but eventually he seemed to be ready to go on with his life again. Soon he met a girl who was extremely him and they fell in love. They were married in 1949, and my father was born in 1952. Steven had been married the year before, in 1948, and their sister, Fiona, was married in 1950. So three weddings had been celebrated in the family within three years.
Fiona was married to a government officer, and so she moved away from home as soon as she had been married. The house was extended in 1950 so that both Steven and Fred's families could be fitted into the house. During the 1950s and 1960s the house was full of children and laughter and happiness. When Fiona and her family came for a visit, the house was happy people. It could be said that the house was rich in love and affection. Towards the end of the 1960s the house started to quiet down because the children were growing up and they went away to study.
Today two families live in the old house on the top of a small hill, my family which includes my parents, my two brothers and me, and my uncle's family with two children.The family has always been used to living under the same roof or very close by, so we are all having so many people in the house. Some people might be our large family, but I think we are dependent on it. Even though the house is sometimes crowded with people, there is always a place where one can be alone if necessary.And even if there isn't, I'm sure about the fact that living with one's family is better than not having a family at all.
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