It is now 1914 and Charlies daughter Emma is too young to understand all that was happening around her. At nine life at home with her mother, father and elder brother, continues as normal in a two up two down terrace in Little Sheffield..
Later that year as the world recoiled to the echo of a gunshot in Sarajevo Emma would recoil at events at home. Just as the outlook of the nation would forever be coloured by its devastating loss, so Emma’s life would forever be coloured by her own personal loss.
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From beneath the wheels of the trams rumbling up and down Sheaf Street, the River Sheaf appears to disappear again feeding the industry that has sprung up around it. Sawmills, timber yards and wood stores rub shoulders with iron and steel works, cutlery and tool makers and, wound between them, gatherings of homes press around courtyards lined with water closets.