excerpt from 'Reminiscences of a Country Journalist' pp. 4 (115 words)
excerpt from 'Reminiscences of a Country Journalist' pp. 4 (115 words)
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I remember Parchmore Road as a green lane, impassable in winter, while the ground eastward, now intersected by the villa-lined road from Whitehorse Road to Upper Norwood, was a thick wood, in which I have seen rabbits running and heard the nightingale sing. The gipsies who frequented the woods and green lanes were not held in such disrepute as in some other localities, perhaps from the circumstances of the Lees and Coopers being reputed rich. […] An old master baker, named Theobald, told me, forty years ago, that he and Adam Lee had played the violin at farm-houses around Norwood and Streatham, when a dance was given on the occasion of a birthday or a wedding. |
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