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.
Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it.
I expected to be shot at any moment and if they had done I would have understood, that they couldn’t take risks with someone foolhardy or so unpredictable.
We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.
Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
I wanted to communicate what I had seen, so that others could see it.
Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.