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Yikes!
I inherited it from my mother. One of the reasons she survived it in 1950 iirc was that she was born in London and ended up at great Ormond St
Yikes!
Would you ever consider emigrating elsewhere, such as to the US?
What's at Ormond St.?I inherited it from my mother. One of the reasons she survived it in 1950 iirc was that she was born in London and ended up at great Ormond St
Will you ever consider moving to the West Coast?
What's at Ormond St.?
Being born in a peasant family in southwestern Hubei in 1895, my prospects would not be good. China is in varying states of warlordism, lawlessness, and foreign occupation for probably the entirety of my adult life. If I survive to adulthood, I would be a peasant farmer, existing at the whim of the local landlord until the Revolution succeeds.
For comparison, my maternal great-grandfather was born around 1910 or so and died in 1938 or 1939. My great-grandmother supported herself and her children as a cobbler for some years after that.
Only fourteen years older than Li Xiannian, though.
If you want, you could try immigrating to Southeast Asia or perhaps Latin America. I don't know if Hawaii was actually an option for Chinese people back then; I know that the US wasn't.Being born in a peasant family in southwestern Hubei in 1895, my prospects would not be good. China is in varying states of warlordism, lawlessness, and foreign occupation for probably the entirety of my adult life. If I survive to adulthood, I would be a peasant farmer, existing at the whim of the local landlord until the Revolution succeeds.
For comparison, my maternal great-grandfather was born around 1910 or so and died in 1938 or 1939. My great-grandmother supported herself and her children as a cobbler for some years after that.
At least you'll only be in a US internment camp for several years and won't be murdered there like a Jew in a Nazi concentration camp would be.It'd be an option but it's not like that's a great choice either as mainland Asian Americans were just as poor. And depending on which side of the family I'm raised on there's a good chance that I'd get sent to an internment camp which yikes...
Yes, I know, but laziness can sometimes be a bitch!If you put in "Ormond St" in google's search bar, beneath you, "Ormond Street Hospital" appears. Once you search for that, you get the following Wikipedia article as your fourth result.
You should Google more, mate. It's quite a useful website.
Interesting alternative life story.I think we did this in the Pub a while back but it's always a fun concept.
Born to an American merchant living overseas in Brussels in 1894, there's a decent chance I spend my childhood as an expatriate in the Belgian Congo; hopefully I'd be disgusted by my surroundings (as I was by the expat world I actually grew up in) and would grow up opposed to colonialism, but there's always the chance I'd adapt and become a real piece of shit by the time I was an adult. If I returned to the States for my education like I did IOTL, I'd be drafted come 1917 but might be educated / privileged enough to get a military desk job in the war. After that? If I follow the same career path I'm following now, I could study under Melvil Dewey and become one of the first professionally trained librarians - which might be a good thing for the profession if my childhood experiences had made me less of a godawful bigot than Dewey was, or a very bad thing if I'd become a devotee of race science.
In this exercise, as in life, I'm very lucky to be a white cisgender man from a reasonably well-off background.
When would you get the right to vote? Also, for a marriage partner, are you going to seek a friend or relative of some coal mining buddy of yours?Coal miner in County Durham. Born in 1887 so I'd be 27 come ww1 and probably old enough to not volunteer. Coal mining was a reserved occupation so unlikely to be conscripted.
Likely to be desperately poor but I'd also see Sunderland actually win trophies so very much a some good, some bad scenario.
Almost certainly not able to vote until I'm older than I am now so politics won't come up.
If you're gunned downed in a muddy French field but you would have written poetry that gets discovered and published after your death, though, then you could become a posthumous legend. Unknown in life, immortalized and lionized after death.I mean not to be too morbid, but gunned downed in a muddy field in France. Alternatively catch a horrendous mining disease and die before cash my pension. Isn’t past life grand
When would you get the right to vote?