My entry on Thursday Doors is the door to the church which is a few hundred metres from the house my mother grew up in. One year, on a trip with my eldest son, I took him to the area in Yorkshire where my family is from, and I was born. My mum’s childhood house was up for sale and vacant so we were able to peer through the front window. It was a little sad to think that a home that had been lived in by 3 generations of the same family was going to be occupied by strangers. Afterwards we walked down the street to see the church where my parents were married, I was Christened and I also remember attending a cousins wedding there too. The door below is the side door to the church and I have an old picture of my mum, her father and a retinue of bridesmaids on that path about to enter on the day she married my dad.