My old pal, Rob Britton was in Manchester this past week doing his visiting scholar bit, and while there went to see my maternal grandparent's old house. Below is the salient parts of his e-mail
I am truly grateful to Rob for all his efforts in locating and visiting the old homestead.

Mac,

Two minutes after speaking with you, I was in front of #40. Looking a bit dodgy, with mattress piled in front window, shipping pallet in front yard, front wall falling down. But I could hear echoes of your beloved grandmother cursing the Luftwaffe. Fainter still, the sounds of sadness on learning that her sons had made the ultimate sacrifice. May she and your gramps rest in peace. It was a good moment for my daily prayers.