In 1960 when I was 10 my GM (then 78) decided she wanted to make a final visit to Wales to see her eldest sister who was then in poor health, but also to show me her childhood home and where she had grown up. She felt if she left it any longer she may not be up to the trip.
So on a very very wet day we found ourselves standing outside a small two-up-two-down end of terrace cottage with me trying to take a photo of my mother and grandmother standing by the front door. A name plate by the door showed that the house still bore the Welsh name that my GM had chosen for it when she was six years old.
Suddenly the door was opened, the lady of the house looked out and asked if she could help us in any way. My mother (a little embarrassed at being caught) explained why we were there, and immediately we were invited in and offered a cup of tea and to look around the house if we wished. My GM was delighted, she went from room to room describing how they had been when she lived there. She was surprised how little the house had changed, apart from redecoration. The range was still there but no longer used, the scullery was now a proper kitchen and a downstairs bathroom and toilet had been added. The 2 bedrooms were still the same with open coal fires. The house didn't yet have central heating. I found it hard to imagine how a family of 12 had lived in such a small house.
The owner recognised my GM's surname and said the family were still remembered in the area. She was very interested to hear how my great-grandmother had made and sold sweets, biscuits and ice-cream to supplement their income, serving customers through the front window! My GM told her how her father had kept his horse and wagon (he was a coal merchant) on a patch of land next to the house that he rented from the railway. It had later been bought by the primary school and was now part of their playground.
A gloomy wet day had turned into a very interesting visit and my GM enjoyed the reminiscences. Before we left the owner took a few more photos for us and sent us on our way with a bag of welsh cakes. So kind.
Fast forward 30 years and I was selling an item online. When I saw the buyers address it was my grandmother's childhood home! It still had the same name! I sent a little note with the item explaining the co-incidence, and received a lovely reply with an invitation to visit at any time. We corresponded for a short while swapping notes and photos, but I never visited again. I Googled it once a few years ago and it still looks the same.