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Harriet Beer
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: Coming Through the Rye
Throughout our childhood, mother read aloud to us, usually at the kitchen table, but sometimes, as a treat, in the front room and sometimes, on warm summer evenings, in the meadow beyond the garden... The books she chose for these readings were, I now see, startingly bad. Two of her greatest favourites were 'Coming Through the Rye' and 'Freckles'. The first was a tale with a middle-class Victorian background showing true love thwarted by a designing woman... But there was a passage at the end of 'Freckles' which overcame her so that she could not continue...
Century: 1900-1945 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Beer Print: Book
Gene Stratton-Porter : Freckles
Throughout our childhood, mother read aloud to us, usually at the kitchen table, but sometimes, as a treat, in the front room and sometimes, on warm summer evenings, in the meadow beyond the garden... The books she chose for these readings were, I now see, startingly bad. Two of her greatest favourites were 'Coming Through the Rye' and 'Freckles'. The first was a tale with a middle-class Victorian background showing true love thwarted by a designing woman... But there was a passage at the end of 'Freckles' which overcame her so that she could not continue...
Century: 1900-1945 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Beer Print: Book
Baroness Emmuska Orczy : The Scarlet Pimpernel
in 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' there was the key line, 'That demmed elusive Pimpernel'; and, of course, 'demmed' would never do, so Mother substituted 'awful'. I think she deliberately chose a word which did not scan and which obviously was not the original one... 'The Scarlet Pimpernel', incidentally, was another great favourite of Mother's...
Century: 1900-1945 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Beer Print: Book
D.K. Broster : The Flight of the Heron
My mother read it [The Flight of the Heron] with pleasure, but not with the passion I felt but which it seems I successfully hid from her. She soon got on to the sequels, 'The Gleam in the North' and 'The Dark Mile', and mentioned casually one day that she had glanced at the last page of 'The Dark Mile' and seen that 'he was mashing someone called Olivia' -I recoiled. Mashing. My faithful Ewen, who had married Alison in the first book. But it was all right. It was his cousin Ian. Mother could not tell the difference.
Century: 1900-1945 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Beer Print: Book
D.K. Broster : The Gleam in the North
My mother read it [The Flight of the Heron] with pleasure, but not with the passion I felt but which it seems I successfully hid from her. She soon got on to the sequels, 'The Gleam in the North' and 'The Dark Mile', and mentioned casually one day that she had glanced at the last page of 'The Dark Mile' and seen that 'he was mashing someone called Olivia' -I recoiled. Mashing. My faithful Ewen, who had married Alison in the first book. But it was all right. It was his cousin Ian. Mother could not tell the difference.
Century: 1900-1945 Reader/Listener/Group: Harriet Beer Print: Book
D.K. Broster : The Dark Mile
My mother read it [The Flight of the Heron] with pleasure, but not with the passion I felt but which it seems I successfully hid from her. She soon got on to the sequels, 'The Gleam in the North' and 'The Dark Mile', and mentioned casually one day that she had glanced at the last page of 'The Dark Mile' and seen that 'he was mashing someone called Olivia' -I recoiled. Mashing. My faithful Ewen, who had married Alison in the first book. But it was all right. It was his cousin Ian. Mother could not tell the difference.