In the England of my upbringing, when someone asked "where are you from?" what they really wanted to know, more than a place name, was a place. Could they place me? And did I know my place? "Great Washbourne" I'd reply... unhelpfully for it's a place of few inhabitants (50 souls) and even fewer visitors. But it was (and remains) the name of the village in Gloucestershire, England, where on 28 January 1952 I was born. You want to know where I'm from? Watch this movie.
[Daniel Meadows' Talking Pictures give a window onto his archive, held at the Library of Birmingham, UK]