But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.
But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we… - Laurie Lee
But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we…
- Laurie Lee
Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse.No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his b… - Laurie Lee
Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse.No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his b…
It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me. - Laurie Lee
It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the r… - Laurie Lee
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the r…
The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing … - Laurie Lee
The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing …
The Welsh are not like any other people in Britain, and they know how separate they are. They are the Celts, the tough little wine-dark race who were… - Laurie Lee
The Welsh are not like any other people in Britain, and they know how separate they are. They are the Celts, the tough little wine-dark race who were…
At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all… - Laurie Lee
At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all…
In America, even your menus have the gift of language.... The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and se… - Laurie Lee
In America, even your menus have the gift of language.... The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and se…
We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three. - Laurie Lee
We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.
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