High Street, Falkirk, c1895.

The Steeple is still there, so it's recognisable today.  My grandmother, Marion, after whom I was called, would have been a teenager then.

I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, and this street is one of my earliest memories. Pre-fridges, shopping had to be done every day, plus meeting her friends for coffee, and frequent visits to one of several cinemas - occasionally twice in one day, a "don't tell your mother" secret!