All our cities and towns have rows and rows of terraced houses. For the most part, they are Victorian and were built to house workers needed for the rapid industrialisation of business. (Mills, foundries, etc.)
They were largely identical within each row, though often there might be one or two just a little bit bigger.
In my early years, my parents had a small terraced house in which the rooms were 10 feet wide. Later, they moved to a terraced house with rooms 12 feet wide. Terraced houses remain the typical starter home – for rental and purchase – indeed, they are often in demand, because of their central locations. Of course, nowadays we offer my the title Town House for many new terraces, but as far as a can see, they are the same thing.
Now that makes me a little homesick and very nostalgic, late forties/early fifties Bradford, terraces, gas lights, middens! (outside toilets) maybe not idyllic but where I’m from
Stephen G Hipperson 
Sort of reminds me of what a double decker stockade would look like. All built to look alike and to be the same through-out.
All our cities and towns have rows and rows of terraced houses. For the most part, they are Victorian and were built to house workers needed for the rapid industrialisation of business. (Mills, foundries, etc.)
They were largely identical within each row, though often there might be one or two just a little bit bigger.
In my early years, my parents had a small terraced house in which the rooms were 10 feet wide. Later, they moved to a terraced house with rooms 12 feet wide. Terraced houses remain the typical starter home – for rental and purchase – indeed, they are often in demand, because of their central locations. Of course, nowadays we offer my the title Town House for many new terraces, but as far as a can see, they are the same thing.
Took me a while to figure out the reason for the title…
Any ploy I can to get people to linger over one of my pictures…. .;)
Now that makes me a little homesick and very nostalgic, late forties/early fifties Bradford, terraces, gas lights, middens! (outside toilets) maybe not idyllic but where I’m from
🙂 – I’m a Norwich man myself – the true value of a wooden seat is realised when ‘the facilities’ are outside!
Seat – Seat – what are you man some sort of softie – seat indeed! 🙂
My parents never scrimped on the finer things in life!
I bet you even had nail to hang the newspaper on didn’t you!!
Absolutely – and a little shelf where we could each keep our reading matter.