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clubhouse in the village, equipped with a movie | clubhouse in the village, equipped with a movie | ||
theatre, lounging rooms and bowling alleys, in the | theatre, lounging rooms and bowling alleys, in the | ||
hope that | hope that innocuous diversions would mitigate | ||
the | the isolation of the long winters. | ||
On Sundays two two bells rang - Catholic once | On Sundays two two bells pealed rang - Catholic once | ||
and Protestant once - and children were polished | and Protestant once - and children were polished | ||
up and sent off to the appropriate Sunday School. Priest and | up and sent off to the appropriate Sunday School. Priest and | ||
pastor arrived to celebrate the rites of Christendom | pastor arrived to celebrate the rites of Christendom | ||
according to their lights, leaving our village | according to their lights, leaving our village | ||
shriven and blessed. | |||
This was the way it was in the northern | This was the way it was in the northern | ||
timberlands in those old days when I was taken | timberlands in those old days when I was taken | ||
to spend the winters there. | to spend the winters there. Nobody suffered | ||
from want and nobody seemed to be unhappy. | from want and nobody seemed to be unhappy. | ||
Everybody worked at what he knew how to do | Everybody worked at what he knew how to do | ||
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One Sunday a young man from my | One Sunday a young man from my father's | ||
office came out to have dinner with us in | |||
Hubbard Woods. He looked pale and excited and | Hubbard Woods. He looked pale and excited and | ||
as we rose to leave the table he turned abruptly | as we rose to leave the table he turned abruptly | ||
Revision as of 20:42, 10 July 2021
clubhouse in the village, equipped with a movie theatre, lounging rooms and bowling alleys, in the hope that innocuous diversions would mitigate the isolation of the long winters.
On Sundays two two bells pealed rang - Catholic once
and Protestant once - and children were polished up and sent off to the appropriate Sunday School. Priest and pastor arrived to celebrate the rites of Christendom according to their lights, leaving our village shriven and blessed. This was the way it was in the northern timberlands in those old days when I was taken to spend the winters there. Nobody suffered from want and nobody seemed to be unhappy. Everybody worked at what he knew how to do and everybody was kind and friendly.
One Sunday a young man from my father's office came out to have dinner with us in Hubbard Woods. He looked pale and excited and as we rose to leave the table he turned abruptly