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Period Piece
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CHAPTER III
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Prelude
My mother was tall and had golden-brown hair and dark blue eyes and such a lovely complexion that people often thought that she was made up; which would of course have been improper.
'Sketching is such a nice occupation for a young lady', as they used to say in those days.
My father at this time. He is wearing an unnaturally fierce photographic expression. In very early days I was much confused because his beard and the tobacco he smoked seemed to be of exactly the same colour and texture. Did he perhaps smoke his own moustache? His hair was made of a rather darker kind of tobacco.
'The Fatigue and Brainwork of Shopping.' Aunt Cara and my mother buying a bonnet.
Mr. T., from the photograph which my mother sent to Philadelphia. His hair and beard were considered very attractive, and his legs fortunately don't show here.
CHAPTER II
Newnham Grange
Newnham Grange as I first remember it. There was then a railing down the road; later on the windows on each side of the door were built out; otherwise it is little changed. It makes my blood run cold to remember how we used to run, chasing each other, along the top of the nine-foot garden wall, and jump down from that height.
The river side of Newnham Grange.
The King's Mill (Foster's Mill) from the end of our garden near Silver Street Bridge. From here we used to watch the corn sacks being hoisted up into the Mill, from barges or wagons. The Mill was pulled down in 1928.
The view up the river from our windows. Newnham Mill is in the distance. The cows used to ford the river here four times a day, coming and going to and from their pasture on Sheep's Green.
Cecilia Beaux making a pastel portrait of my mother under the copper beech tree.
The weir, with Foster's Mill, Silver Street Bridge, and Queens' College seen in the distance.
CHAPTER III
Theories
THE PARENT IS ALWAYS WRONG
CHAPTER IV
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