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ash, with its red berries for flocks of birds. Along the front- | ash, with its red berries for flocks of birds. Along the front-street was a row of spruce trees, and in the parking spreading elms, some of which I hope are still alive. I haven't seen them for eighteen years. After the house had served the family for fifty years, my sisters and I had it taken down and an apartment house of only three stories built on the site, six apartments on the street and six facing the garden, which proved to be the popular ones, in one of which the two sisters passed the rest of their lives, looking out on the maple trees left from the early days. My dear brother had built his house facing the street in the rear next the ash tree, while my father was living; and later a life-long neighbor built a moderate single house next him, when her own old house became too cumbersome to carry on. And now you will be finding a pencil in bed is altogether too easy a mode of communication to be endured, and childhood memories should be restricted to the confines of verse, and not free-verse at that. "I remember, I remember..." | ||
But while there is still blank paper left I must go on - My first introduction to Fairy Land was in a small leather-backed book that my mother had had as a child in Albany, NY. It was kept in a small bookcase in my sisters' room where I was not allowed to | But while there is still blank paper left I must go on - My first introduction to Fairy Land was in a small leather-backed book that my mother had had as a child in Albany, NY. It was kept in a small bookcase in my sisters' room where I was not allowed to | ||
Latest revision as of 15:33, 24 June 2021
5 ash, with its red berries for flocks of birds. Along the front-street was a row of spruce trees, and in the parking spreading elms, some of which I hope are still alive. I haven't seen them for eighteen years. After the house had served the family for fifty years, my sisters and I had it taken down and an apartment house of only three stories built on the site, six apartments on the street and six facing the garden, which proved to be the popular ones, in one of which the two sisters passed the rest of their lives, looking out on the maple trees left from the early days. My dear brother had built his house facing the street in the rear next the ash tree, while my father was living; and later a life-long neighbor built a moderate single house next him, when her own old house became too cumbersome to carry on. And now you will be finding a pencil in bed is altogether too easy a mode of communication to be endured, and childhood memories should be restricted to the confines of verse, and not free-verse at that. "I remember, I remember..." But while there is still blank paper left I must go on - My first introduction to Fairy Land was in a small leather-backed book that my mother had had as a child in Albany, NY. It was kept in a small bookcase in my sisters' room where I was not allowed to