Experience life in 26 Court, Burlington Street, North Liverpool in 1870. Find out more in The People's Republic gallery at the Museum of Liverpool. www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/mo...
This is the appalling conditions my great-grandmother grew up in. Her parents moved from being dirt poor in Mayo to being dirt poor in Liverpool, no wonder so many of her family died as children.
My father was born in Beaufort street 1933, he told me some of his friends lived in houses that had nothing not even a bed they slept on hemp sacks on the floor , kids in bare feet and rags , my great grandmother used to make an extra tray of roasties on a Sunday and feed the kids with 1 roastie wrapped in newspaper, my uncle remembers kids asking men coming off overhead from work , got any carrying out left mister as they were starving, and might be given half eaten sandwich which they devoured, and in the depression families burnt their furniture, doors and floorboards to keep warm ,this was life until WW2, then life improved, RIP DAD and your 9 siblings 😢
Geez, Those conditions are very rough, it must of been so easy for crime to happen! I am so glad we are not in those conditions anymore, and kids think their life is so hard (when there were literally CHILDREN sleeping on a DOOR!!) when they don't get any toys or electrical devices they set their eyes on, Adverts or in the shops! This really needs to teach kids that their lives aren't that bad just because they don't get what they want. I have never had any relatives come from Liverpool, but these conditions are almost as bad as London's conditions were in the Industrial Revolution. Moral of the story: "Kids, Be grateful with what you have! Not everyone is lucky enough to have the lifestyle you have!!" 🙏🥲
@ 1:29 'Paddy and me settled in Scotland Road but you wander around and it's a real melting pot' It's 2 miles from Scotland Road to Brick Street, so it wasn't a 'melting pot' at all. Scotland Road was a solidly white, working class, catholic community. This quote from Orwell sums your sinister interpretation up perfectly: “Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” ― George Orwell, 1984
Who's the revisionist here? is there some type of standard distance for determining a melting pot? NYC happens to be larger than two miles across, so by your definition, it's not a melting pot? Nor London? Nor Toronto? Nor Vancouver? Nor Jakarta? Twat.
