People In Common was nothing if not ambitious from it’s start in the mid-seventies.In it’s very first leaflet there was the suggestion of maybe finding a derelict village somewhere Continue reading Searching for ABC
I guess we were trying to make a political point. Something along the lines of ‘this festival really has no meaning for us and we’re only going along with it because everyone else is’. Continue reading Xmas is coming…
We had always known (Worried?) that when we finally moved to the Mill the nature of the group would change. Maybe subtley, maybe in fundamental ways… Continue reading All That Way for This
No-one wants to think about planning a funeral. Most of us are fearful, vulnerable and unprepared because we organise a funeral so infrequently. A painful & confusing task…. Continue reading Four Funerals and the Odd Wedding
A number of different strands of what we had done before and what our needs were when we had moved into the Mill came together at the end of the 1980s and led to the setting up of Altham Harwood Centre Continue reading Seeing the Wood and the Trees
…for the best part of 20 years or so at People In Common I pooled income with other members. The big difference being that there were no ‘blood ties’ to motivate sharing of income – income pooling was ideological. Or it was and it wasn’t. Continue reading Swimming in the Income Pool
As we had set off for the festival a neighbour after being told where we were going remarked “Oh so you’ve become history then!” …. Continue reading Doing Up The Mill (part 4) – and the mystery of the Burnley Wood communes
It all started one evening sometime in the early 1980’s when we entertained ourselves at People In Common by playing a word game with our names. Continue reading Cathie Cross is No More
…This gave the network an illusive ephemeral appearance – shifting its location around the country, one moment in SW Scotland, a year later in West Wales, next year coming from an address in the Pennines, popping up a couple years later in Buckinghamshire. Continue reading A wonderful anarchic-jumble-sale-of-a-disorganisation
…one of the things that had attracted me to the group was the chance to sort of try out being a parent; to be allowed to build a relationship with some kids that was more meaningful than just kicking a ball about or reading them a story now and again. Continue reading Your Children are Not Your Children
