The story of our forbears . t with her chicks perhapsevery two years, so long as Grandmother lived, and after-ward at longer intervals, while good Louisa Storer had mat-ters in charge for the Doctor, during her absences. Thisfaithful soul had lived with Grandma Fessenden for fiveyears before Mothers marriage, and when this event oc-curred, she went with the bride to the new home, and thereremained six years more, until she herself, went to make agood man happy in Corinna, Maine. She came to see usfrom time to time, as long as she lived, having our interestsat heart, as we, hers, which, like fa
The story of our forbears . t with her chicks perhapsevery two years, so long as Grandmother lived, and after-ward at longer intervals, while good Louisa Storer had mat-ters in charge for the Doctor, during her absences. Thisfaithful soul had lived with Grandma Fessenden for fiveyears before Mothers marriage, and when this event oc-curred, she went with the bride to the new home, and thereremained six years more, until she herself, went to make agood man happy in Corinna, Maine. She came to see usfrom time to time, as long as she lived, having our interestsat heart, as we, hers, which, like facts, could they be in-corporated into the modern experience, would go a longway toward the solution of the perolexing question of do-mestic service, which now has attained so formidable pro-portions. I wish that I could make you understand how beautifulwere the surroundings of your Grandmother Pages oldFryeburg home! The house stood upon the brow of a long slope, With its pleasant porches facingAll toward the morning the old yellow. From the side stone doorstep, the eye followed the sweepof the mountains, west and south, Mount Washington liftingits head afar, capped in eternal snow. The glints of the river MY MOTHER. 107 appeared at intervals between the trees and bushes along-its banks, and over all, arched the boundless blue of the sky. Perhaps half a dozen families comprised the populationof the Hill, and as each house was surrounded by its ownacres, the quiet might almost be heard and Gods silenceswere most frequently broken by sounds of His own evoking. The country road wound its dusty curves just outside thehigh open fence of the deep front yard, but the passingwas comparatively infrequent, so the cows and dogs andfowls, with the vast army of birds and insect life, had agrand jubilee, and the most of the music to themselves. Howthe remembrance of a summer noontide comes back to me asI write! The cloudless blue of the sky, the hush and heatof the time, broken only
Size: 1836px × 1361px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookidstoryofourfo, bookyear1903
