Monday, 10 February 2014
There were six brothers and six sisters but the men of the family were no good, they drank and gambled and I think two of them went out to Assam to become tea planters. My grandmother, Mary, was the only one who got married, she was the oldest and then Jessie, Tettie and Annie and others whose names I have forgotten. What is Tettie short for? I don't know - Letitia? Margaret? They all lived together in a big old house in Lincoln except Jessie who didn't get on with Mary and so she went off to Hungary. There was a rich widower who courted Tettie, he even asked her to marry him but she wanted time to think about it and that was her chance quite gone and she spent the rest of her life on the sofa. When my father was born he was so small that they had to feed him with a pen dropper. My dear, he was so small that he could fit into a pint pot, the one on the mantlepiece in the blue bedroom. Of course, there were so many children but they none of them survived past eighteen months except my father, all dead with scarlet fever and what-not.
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