Monday, October 31, 2011

Chapter 3 What I Should Be

My mother was a great reader, and with ten minutes to spare before the starch was ready would begin the ‘Decline and Fall’ - and finish it, too, that winter. Foreign words in the text annoyed her and made her bemoan her want of a classical education - she had only attended a Dame’s school during some easy months - but she never passed the foreign words by until their meaning was explained to her, and when next she and they met it was as acquaintances, which I think was clever of her. One of her delights was to learn from me scraps of Horace, and then bring them into her conversation with ‘colleged men.’ I have come upon her in lonely places, such as the stair-head or the east room, muttering these quotations aloud to herself, and I well remember how she would say to the visitors, ‘Ay, ay, it’s very true, Doctor, but as you know, “Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni,”‘ or ‘Sal, Mr. So-and-so, my lassie is thriving well, but would it no’ be more to the point to say, “O matra pulchra filia pulchrior”?’ which astounded them very much if she managed to reach the end without being flung, but usually she had a fit of laughing in the middle, and so they found her out.

Biography and exploration were her favourite reading, for choice the biography of men who had been good to their mothers, and she liked the explorers to be alive so that she could shudder at the thought of their venturing forth again; but though she expressed a hope that they would have the sense to stay at home henceforth, she gleamed with admiration when they disappointed her. In later days I had a friend who was an African explorer, and she was in two minds about him; he was one of the most engrossing of mortals to her, she admired him prodigiously, pictured him at the head of his caravan, now attacked by savages, now by wild beasts, and adored him for the uneasy hours he gave her, but she was also afraid that he wanted to take me with him, and then she thought he should be put down by law. Explorers’ mothers also interested her very much; the books might tell her nothing about them, but she could create them for herself and wring her hands in sympathy with them when they had got no news of him for six months. Yet there were times when she grudged him to them - as the day when he returned victorious. Then what was before her eyes was not the son coming marching home again but an old woman peering for him round the window curtain and trying not to look uplifted. The newspaper reports would be about the son, but my mother’s comment was ‘She’s a proud woman this night.’

We read many books together when I was a boy, ‘Robinson Crusoe’ being the first (and the second), and the ‘Arabian Nights’ should have been the next, for we got it out of the library (a penny for three days), but on discovering that they were nights when we had paid for knights we sent that volume packing, and I have curled my lips at it ever since. ‘The Pilgrim’s Progress’ we had in the house (it was as common a possession as a dresser-head), and so enamoured of it was I that I turned our garden into sloughs of Despond, with pea-sticks to represent Christian on his travels and a buffet-stool for his burden, but when I dragged my mother out to see my handiwork she was scared, and I felt for days, with a certain elation, that I had been a dark character. Besides reading every book we could hire or borrow I also bought one now and again, and while buying (it was the occupation of weeks) I read, standing at the counter, most of the other books in the shop, which is perhaps the most exquisite way of reading. And I took in a magazine called ‘Sunshine,’ the most delicious periodical, I am sure, of any day. It cost a halfpenny or a penny a month, and always, as I fondly remember, had a continued tale about the dearest girl, who sold water-cress, which is a dainty not grown and I suppose never seen in my native town. This romantic little creature took such hold of my imagination that I cannot eat water- cress even now without emotion. I lay in bed wondering what she would be up to in the next number; I have lost trout because when they nibbled my mind was wandering with her; my early life was embittered by her not arriving regularly on the first of the month. I know not whether it was owing to her loitering on the way one month to an extent flesh and blood could not bear, or because we had exhausted the penny library, but on a day I conceived a glorious idea, or it was put into my head by my mother, then desirous of making progress with her new clouty hearthrug. The notion was nothing short of this, why should I not write the tales myself? I did write them - in the garret - but they by no means helped her to get on with her work, for when I finished a chapter I bounded downstairs to read it to her, and so short were the chapters, so ready was the pen, that I was back with new manuscript before another clout had been added to the rug. Authorship seemed, like her bannock-baking, to consist of running between two points. They were all tales of adventure (happiest is he who writes of adventure), no characters were allowed within if I knew their like in the flesh, the scene lay in unknown parts, desert islands, enchanted gardens, with knights (none of your nights) on black chargers, and round the first corner a lady selling water-cress.

At twelve or thereabout I put the literary calling to bed for a time, having gone to a school where cricket and football were more esteemed, but during the year before I went to the university, it woke up and I wrote great part of a three-volume novel. The publisher replied that the sum for which he would print it was a hundred and - however, that was not the important point (I had sixpence): where he stabbed us both was in writing that he considered me a ‘clever lady.’ I replied stiffly that I was a gentleman, and since then I have kept that manuscript concealed. I looked through it lately, and, oh, but it is dull! I defy any one to read it.

The malignancy of publishers, however, could not turn me back. From the day on which I first tasted blood in the garret my mind was made up; there could be no hum-dreadful-drum profession for me; literature was my game. It was not highly thought of by those who wished me well. I remember being asked by two maiden ladies, about the time I left the university, what I was to be, and when I replied brazenly, ‘An author,’ they flung up their hands, and one exclaimed reproachfully, ‘And you an M.A.!’ My mother’s views at first were not dissimilar; for long she took mine jestingly as something I would grow out of, and afterwards they hurt her so that I tried to give them up. To be a minister - that she thought was among the fairest prospects, but she was a very ambitious woman, and sometimes she would add, half scared at her appetite, that there were ministers who had become professors, ‘but it was not canny to think of such things.’

I had one person only on my side, an old tailor, one of the fullest men I have known, and quite the best talker. He was a bachelor (he told me all that is to be known about woman), a lean man, pallid of face, his legs drawn up when he walked as if he was ever carrying something in his lap; his walks were of the shortest, from the tea- pot on the hob to the board on which he stitched, from the board to the hob, and so to bed. He might have gone out had the idea struck him, but in the years I knew him, the last of his brave life, I think he was only in the open twice, when he ‘flitted’ - changed his room for another hard by. I did not see him make these journeys, but I seem to see him now, and he is somewhat dizzy in the odd atmosphere; in one hand he carries a box-iron, he raises the other, wondering what this is on his head, it is a hat; a faint smell of singed cloth goes by with him. This man had heard of my set of photographs of the poets and asked for a sight of them, which led to our first meeting. I remember how he spread them out on his board, and after looking long at them, turned his gaze on me and said solemnly,

What can I do to be for ever known,
And make the age to come my own?

These lines of Cowley were new to me, but the sentiment was not new, and I marvelled how the old tailor could see through me so well. So it was strange to me to discover presently that he had not been thinking of me at all, but of his own young days, when that couplet sang in his head, and he, too, had thirsted to set off for Grub Street, but was afraid, and while he hesitated old age came, and then Death, and found him grasping a box-iron.

I hurried home with the mouthful, but neighbours had dropped in, and this was for her ears only, so I drew her to the stair, and said imperiously,

What can I do to be for ever known,
And make the age to come my own?

It was an odd request for which to draw her from a tea-table, and she must have been surprised, but I think she did not laugh, and in after years she would repeat the lines fondly, with a flush on her soft face. ‘That is the kind you would like to be yourself!’ we would say in jest to her, and she would reply almost passionately, ‘No, but I would be windy of being his mother.’ It is possible that she could have been his mother had that other son lived, he might have managed it from sheer love of her, but for my part I can smile at one of those two figures on the stair now, having long given up the dream of being for ever known, and seeing myself more akin to my friend, the tailor, for as he was found at the end on his board, so I hope shall I be found at my handloom, doing honestly the work that suits me best. Who should know so well as I that it is but a handloom compared to the great guns that reverberate through the age to come? But she who stood with me on the stair that day was a very simple woman, accustomed all her life to making the most of small things, and I weaved sufficiently well to please her, which has been my only steadfast ambition since I was a little boy.

Not less than mine became her desire that I should have my way - but, ah, the iron seats in that park of horrible repute, and that bare room at the top of many flights of stairs! While I was away at college she drained all available libraries for books about those who go to London to live by the pen, and they all told the same shuddering tale. London, which she never saw, was to her a monster that licked up country youths as they stepped from the train; there were the garrets in which they sat abject, and the park seats where they passed the night. Those park seats were the monster’s glaring eyes to her, and as I go by them now she is nearer to me than when I am in any other part of London. I daresay that when night comes, this Hyde Park which is so gay by day, is haunted by the ghosts of many mothers, who run, wild-eyed, from seat to seat, looking for their sons.

But if we could dodge those dreary seats she longed to see me try my luck, and I sought to exclude them from the picture by drawing maps of London with Hyde Park left out. London was as strange to me as to her, but long before I was shot upon it I knew it by maps, and drew them more accurately than I could draw them now. Many a time she and I took our jaunt together through the map, and were most gleeful, popping into telegraph offices to wire my father and sister that we should not be home till late, winking to my books in lordly shop-windows, lunching at restaurants (and remembering not to call it dinner), saying, ‘How do?’ to Mr. Alfred Tennyson when we passed him in Regent Street, calling at publishers’ offices for cheque, when ‘Will you take care of it, or shall I?’ I asked gaily, and she would be certain to reply, ‘I’m thinking we’d better take it to the bank and get the money,’ for she always felt surer of money than of cheques; so to the bank we went (’Two tens, and the rest in gold’), and thence straightway (by cab) to the place where you buy sealskin coats for middling old ladies. But ere the laugh was done the park would come through the map like a blot.

‘If you could only be sure of as much as would keep body and soul together,’ my mother would say with a sigh.

‘With something over, mother, to send to you.’

‘You couldna expect that at the start.’

The wench I should have been courting now was journalism, that grisette of literature who has a smile and a hand for all beginners, welcoming them at the threshold, teaching them so much that is worth knowing, introducing them to the other lady whom they have worshipped from afar, showing them even how to woo her, and then bidding them a bright God-speed - he were an ingrate who, having had her joyous companionship, no longer flings her a kiss as they pass. But though she bears no ill-will when she is jilted, you must serve faithfully while you are hers, and you must seek her out and make much of her, and, until you can rely on her good- nature (note this), not a word about the other lady. When at last she took me in I grew so fond of her that I called her by the other’s name, and even now I think at times that there was more fun in the little sister, but I began by wooing her with contributions that were all misfits. In an old book I find columns of notes about works projected at this time, nearly all to consist of essays on deeply uninteresting subjects; the lightest was to be a volume on the older satirists, beginning with Skelton and Tom Nash - the half of that manuscript still lies in a dusty chest - the only story was about Mary Queen of Scots, who was also the subject of many unwritten papers. Queen Mary seems to have been luring me to my undoing ever since I saw Holyrood, and I have a horrid fear that I may write that novel yet. That anything could be written about my native place never struck me. We had read somewhere that a novelist is better equipped than most of his trade if he knows himself and one woman, and my mother said, ‘You know yourself, for everybody must know himself’ (there never was a woman who knew less about herself than she), and she would add dolefully, ‘But I doubt I’m the only woman you know well.’

‘Then I must make you my heroine,’ I said lightly.

‘A gey auld-farrant-like heroine!’ she said, and we both laughed at the notion - so little did we read the future.

Thus it is obvious what were my qualifications when I was rashly engaged as a leader-writer (it was my sister who saw the advertisement) on an English provincial paper. At the moment I was as uplifted as the others, for the chance had come at last, with what we all regarded as a prodigious salary, but I was wanted in the beginning of the week, and it suddenly struck me that the leaders were the one thing I had always skipped. Leaders! How were they written? what were they about? My mother was already sitting triumphant among my socks, and I durst not let her see me quaking. I retired to ponder, and presently she came to me with the daily paper. Which were the leaders? she wanted to know, so evidently I could get no help from her. Had she any more newspapers? I asked, and after rummaging, she produced a few with which her boxes had been lined. Others, very dusty, came from beneath carpets, and lastly a sooty bundle was dragged down the chimney. Surrounded by these I sat down, and studied how to become a journalist.

Chapter 2 What She Had Been

What she had been, what I should be, these were the two great subjects between us in my boyhood, and while we discussed the one we were deciding the other, though neither of us knew it.

Before I reached my tenth year a giant entered my native place in the night, and we woke to find him in possession. He transformed it into a new town at a rate with which we boys only could keep up, for as fast as he built dams we made rafts to sail in them; he knocked down houses, and there we were crying ‘Pilly!’ among the ruins; he dug trenches, and we jumped them; we had to be dragged by the legs from beneath his engines, he sunk wells, and in we went. But though there were never circumstances to which boys could not adapt themselves in half an hour, older folk are slower in the uptake, and I am sure they stood and gaped at the changes so suddenly being worked in our midst, and scarce knew their way home now in the dark. Where had been formerly but the click of the shuttle was soon the roar of ‘power,’ handlooms were pushed into a corner as a room is cleared for a dance; every morning at half-past five the town was wakened with a yell, and from a chimney-stack that rose high into our caller air the conqueror waved for evermore his flag of smoke. Another era had dawned, new customs, new fashions sprang into life, all as lusty as if they had been born at twenty-one; as quickly as two people may exchange seats, the daughter, till now but a knitter of stockings, became the breadwinner, he who had been the breadwinner sat down to the knitting of stockings: what had been yesterday a nest of weavers was to-day a town of girls.

I am not of those who would fling stones at the change; it is something, surely, that backs are no longer prematurely bent; you may no more look through dim panes of glass at the aged poor weaving tremulously for their little bit of ground in the cemetery. Rather are their working years too few now, not because they will it so but because it is with youth that the power-looms must be fed. Well, this teaches them to make provision, and they have the means as they never had before. Not in batches are boys now sent to college; the half-dozen a year have dwindled to one, doubtless because in these days they can begin to draw wages as they step out of their fourteenth year. Here assuredly there is loss, but all the losses would be but a pebble in a sea of gain were it not for this, that with so many of the family, young mothers among them, working in the factories, home life is not so beautiful as it was. So much of what is great in Scotland has sprung from the closeness of the family ties; it is there I sometimes fear that my country is being struck. That we are all being reduced to one dead level, that character abounds no more and life itself is less interesting, such things I have read, but I do not believe them. I have even seen them given as my reason for writing of a past time, and in that at least there is no truth. In our little town, which is a sample of many, life is as interesting, as pathetic, as joyous as ever it was; no group of weavers was better to look at or think about than the rivulet of winsome girls that overruns our streets every time the sluice is raised, the comedy of summer evenings and winter firesides is played with the old zest and every window-blind is the curtain of a romance. Once the lights of a little town are lit, who could ever hope to tell all its story, or the story of a single wynd in it? And who looking at lighted windows needs to turn to books? The reason my books deal with the past instead of with the life I myself have known is simply this, that I soon grow tired of writing tales unless I can see a little girl, of whom my mother has told me, wandering confidently through the pages. Such a grip has her memory of her girlhood had upon me since I was a boy of six.

Those innumerable talks with her made her youth as vivid to me as my own, and so much more quaint, for, to a child, the oddest of things, and the most richly coloured picture-book, is that his mother was once a child also, and the contrast between what she is and what she was is perhaps the source of all humour. My mother’s father, the one hero of her life, died nine years before I was born, and I remember this with bewilderment, so familiarly does the weather-beaten mason’s figure rise before me from the old chair on which I was nursed and now write my books. On the surface he is as hard as the stone on which he chiselled, and his face is dyed red by its dust, he is rounded in the shoulders and a ‘hoast’ hunts him ever; sooner or later that cough must carry him off, but until then it shall not keep him from the quarry, nor shall his chapped hands, as long as they can grasp the mell. It is a night of rain or snow, and my mother, the little girl in a pinafore who is already his housekeeper, has been many times to the door to look for him. At last he draws nigh, hoasting. Or I see him setting off to church, for he was a great ‘stoop’ of the Auld Licht kirk, and his mouth is very firm now as if there were a case of discipline to face, but on his way home he is bowed with pity. Perhaps his little daughter who saw him so stern an hour ago does not understand why he wrestles so long in prayer to-night, or why when he rises from his knees he presses her to him with unwonted tenderness. Or he is in this chair repeating to her his favourite poem, ‘The Cameronian’s Dream,’ and at the first lines so solemnly uttered,

‘In a dream of the night I was wafted away,’

she screams with excitement, just as I screamed long afterwards when she repeated them in his voice to me. Or I watch, as from a window, while she sets off through the long parks to the distant place where he is at work, in her hand a flagon which contains his dinner. She is singing to herself and gleefully swinging the flagon, she jumps the burn and proudly measures the jump with her eye, but she never dallies unless she meets a baby, for she was so fond of babies that she must hug each one she met, but while she hugged them she also noted how their robes were cut, and afterwards made paper patterns, which she concealed jealously, and in the fulness of time her first robe for her eldest born was fashioned from one of these patterns, made when she was in her twelfth year.

She was eight when her mother’s death made her mistress of the house and mother to her little brother, and from that time she scrubbed and mended and baked and sewed, and argued with the flesher about the quarter pound of beef and penny bone which provided dinner for two days (but if you think that this was poverty you don’t know the meaning of the word), and she carried the water from the pump, and had her washing-days and her ironings and a stocking always on the wire for odd moments, and gossiped like a matron with the other women, and humoured the men with a tolerant smile - all these things she did as a matter of course, leaping joyful from bed in the morning because there was so much to do, doing it as thoroughly and sedately as if the brides were already due for a lesson, and then rushing out in a fit of childishness to play dumps or palaulays with others of her age. I see her frocks lengthening, though they were never very short, and the games given reluctantly up. The horror of my boyhood was that I knew a time would come when I also must give up the games, and how it was to be done I saw not (this agony still returns to me in dreams, when I catch myself playing marbles, and look on with cold displeasure); I felt that I must continue playing in secret, and I took this shadow to her, when she told me her own experience, which convinced us both that we were very like each other inside. She had discovered that work is the best fun after all, and I learned it in time, but have my lapses, and so had she.

I know what was her favourite costume when she was at the age that they make heroines of: it was a pale blue with a pale blue bonnet, the white ribbons of which tied aggravatingly beneath the chin, and when questioned about this garb she never admitted that she looked pretty in it, but she did say, with blushes too, that blue was her colour, and then she might smile, as at some memory, and begin to tell us about a man who - but it ended there with another smile which was longer in departing. She never said, indeed she denied strenuously, that she had led the men a dance, but again the smile returned, and came between us and full belief. Yes, she had her little vanities; when she got the Mizpah ring she did carry that finger in such a way that the most reluctant must see. She was very particular about her gloves, and hid her boots so that no other should put them on, and then she forgot their hiding-place, and had suspicions of the one who found them. A good way of enraging her was to say that her last year’s bonnet would do for this year without alteration, or that it would defy the face of clay to count the number of her shawls. In one of my books there is a mother who is setting off with her son for the town to which he had been called as minister, and she pauses on the threshold to ask him anxiously if he thinks her bonnet ‘sets’ her. A reviewer said she acted thus, not because she cared how she looked, but for the sake of her son. This, I remember, amused my mother very much.

I have seen many weary on-dings of snow, but the one I seem to recollect best occurred nearly twenty years before I was born. It was at the time of my mother’s marriage to one who proved a most loving as he was always a well-loved husband, a man I am very proud to be able to call my father. I know not for how many days the snow had been falling, but a day came when the people lost heart and would make no more gullies through it, and by next morning to do so was impossible, they could not fling the snow high enough. Its back was against every door when Sunday came, and none ventured out save a valiant few, who buffeted their way into my mother’s home to discuss her predicament, for unless she was ‘cried’ in the church that day she might not be married for another week, and how could she be cried with the minister a field away and the church buried to the waist? For hours they talked, and at last some men started for the church, which was several hundred yards distant. Three of them found a window, and forcing a passage through it, cried the pair, and that is how it came about that my father and mother were married on the first of March.

That would be the end, I suppose, if it were a story, but to my mother it was only another beginning, and not the last. I see her bending over the cradle of her first-born, college for him already in her eye (and my father not less ambitious), and anon it is a girl who is in the cradle, and then another girl - already a tragic figure to those who know the end. I wonder if any instinct told my mother that the great day of her life was when she bore this child; what I am sure of is that from the first the child followed her with the most wistful eyes and saw how she needed help and longed to rise and give it. For of physical strength my mother had never very much; it was her spirit that got through the work, and in those days she was often so ill that the sand rained on the doctor’s window, and men ran to and fro with leeches, and ‘she is in life, we can say no more’ was the information for those who came knocking at the door. ‘I am sorrow to say,’ her father writes in an old letter now before me, ‘that Margaret is in a state that she was never so bad before in this world. Till Wednesday night she was in as poor a condition as you could think of to be alive. However, after bleeding, leeching, etc., the Dr. says this morning that he is better hoped now, but at present we can say no more but only she is alive and in the hands of Him in whose hands all our lives are. I can give you no adequate view of what my feelings are, indeed they are a burden too heavy for me and I cannot describe them. I look on my right and left hand and find no comfort, and if it were not for the rock that is higher than I my spirit would utterly fall, but blessed be His name who can comfort those that are cast down. O for more faith in His supporting grace in this hour of trial.’

Then she is ‘on the mend,’ she may ‘thole thro’’ if they take great care of her, ‘which we will be forward to do.’ The fourth child dies when but a few weeks old, and the next at two years. She was her grandfather’s companion, and thus he wrote of her death, this stern, self-educated Auld Licht with the chapped hands:-

‘I hope you received my last in which I spoke of Dear little Lydia being unwell. Now with deep sorrow I must tell you that yesterday I assisted in laying her dear remains in the lonely grave. She died at 7 o’clock on Wednesday evening, I suppose by the time you had got the letter. The Dr. did not think it was croup till late on Tuesday night, and all that Medical aid could prescribe was done, but the Dr. had no hope after he saw that the croup was confirmed, and hard indeed would the heart have been that would not have melted at seeing what the dear little creature suffered all Wednesday until the feeble frame was quite worn out. She was quite sensible till within 2 hours of her death, and then she sunk quite low till the vital spark fled, and all medicine that she got she took with the greatest readiness, as if apprehensive they would make her well. I cannot well describe my feelings on the occasion. I thought that the fountain-head of my tears had now been dried up, but I have been mistaken, for I must confess that the briny rivulets descended fast on my furrowed cheeks, she was such a winning Child, and had such a regard for me and always came and told me all her little things, and as she was now speaking, some of her little prattle was very taking, and the lively images of these things intrude themselves more into my mind than they should do, but there is allowance for moderate grief on such occasions. But when I am telling you of my own grief and sorrow, I know not what to say of the bereaved Mother, she hath not met with anything in this world before that hath gone so near the quick with her. She had no handling of the last one as she was not able at the time, for she only had her once in her arms, and her affections had not time to be so fairly entwined around her. I am much afraid that she will not soon if ever get over this trial. Although she was weakly before, yet she was pretty well recovered, but this hath not only affected her mind, but her body is so much affected that she is not well able to sit so long as her bed is making and hath scarcely tasted meat [i.e. food] since Monday night, and till some time is elapsed we cannot say how she may be. There is none that is not a Parent themselves that can fully sympathise with one in such a state. David is much affected also, but it is not so well known on him, and the younger branches of the family are affected but it will be only momentary. But alas in all this vast ado, there is only the sorrow of the world which worketh death. O how gladdening would it be if we were in as great bitterness for sin as for the loss of a first-born. O how unfitted persons or families is for trials who knows not the divine art of casting all their cares upon the Lord, and what multitudes are there that when earthly comforts is taken away, may well say What have I more? all their delight is placed in some one thing or another in the world, and who can blame them for unwillingly parting with what they esteem their chief good? O that we were wise to lay up treasure for the time of need, for it is truly a solemn affair to enter the lists with the king of terrors. It is strange that the living lay the things so little to heart until they have to engage in that war where there is no discharge. O that my head were waters and mine eyes a fountain of tears that I might weep day and night for my own and others’ stupidity in this great matter. O for grace to do every day work in its proper time and to live above the tempting cheating train of earthly things. The rest of the family are moderately well. I have been for some days worse than I have been for 8 months past, but I may soon get better. I am in the same way I have often been in before, but there is no security for it always being so, for I know that it cannot be far from the time when I will be one of those that once were. I have no other news to send you, and as little heart for them. I hope you will take the earliest opportunity of writing that you can, and be particular as regards Margaret, for she requires consolation.’

He died exactly a week after writing this letter, but my mother was to live for another forty-four years. And joys of a kind never shared in by him were to come to her so abundantly, so long drawn out that, strange as it would have seemed to him to know it, her fuller life had scarce yet begun. And with the joys were to come their sweet, frightened comrades pain and grief; again she was to be touched to the quick, again and again to be so ill that ‘she is in life, we can say no more,’ but still she had attendants very ‘forward’ to help her, some of them unborn in her father’s time.

She told me everything, and so my memories of our little red town are coloured by her memories. I knew it as it had been for generations, and suddenly I saw it change, and the transformation could not fail to strike a boy, for these first years are the most impressionable (nothing that happens after we are twelve matters very much); they are also the most vivid years when we look back, and more vivid the farther we have to look, until, at the end, what lies between bends like a hoop, and the extremes meet. But though the new town is to me a glass through which I look at the old, the people I see passing up and down these wynds, sitting, nightcapped, on their barrow-shafts, hobbling in their blacks to church on Sunday, are less those I saw in my childhood than their fathers and mothers who did these things in the same way when my mother was young. I cannot picture the place without seeing her, as a little girl, come to the door of a certain house and beat her bass against the gav’le-end, or there is a wedding to-night, and the carriage with the white-eared horse is sent for a maiden in pale blue, whose bonnet-strings tie beneath the chin.

Chapter 1 How My Mother Got Her Soft Face

On the day I was born we bought six hair-bottomed chairs, and in our little house it was an event, the first great victory in a woman’s long campaign; how they had been laboured for, the pound- note and the thirty threepenny-bits they cost, what anxiety there was about the purchase, the show they made in possession of the west room, my father’s unnatural coolness when he brought them in (but his face was white) - I so often heard the tale afterwards, and shared as boy and man in so many similar triumphs, that the coming of the chairs seems to be something I remember, as if I had jumped out of bed on that first day, and run ben to see how they looked. I am sure my mother’s feet were ettling to be ben long before they could be trusted, and that the moment after she was left alone with me she was discovered barefooted in the west room, doctoring a scar (which she had been the first to detect) on one of the chairs, or sitting on them regally, or withdrawing and re- opening the door suddenly to take the six by surprise. And then, I think, a shawl was flung over her (it is strange to me to think it was not I who ran after her with the shawl), and she was escorted sternly back to bed and reminded that she had promised not to budge, to which her reply was probably that she had been gone but an instant, and the implication that therefore she had not been gone at all. Thus was one little bit of her revealed to me at once: I wonder if I took note of it. Neighbours came in to see the boy and the chairs. I wonder if she deceived me when she affected to think that there were others like us, or whether I saw through her from the first, she was so easily seen through. When she seemed to agree with them that it would be impossible to give me a college education, was I so easily taken in, or did I know already what ambitions burned behind that dear face? when they spoke of the chairs as the goal quickly reached, was I such a newcomer that her timid lips must say ‘They are but a beginning’ before I heard the words? And when we were left together, did I laugh at the great things that were in her mind, or had she to whisper them to me first, and then did I put my arm round her and tell her that I would help? Thus it was for such a long time: it is strange to me to feel that it was not so from the beginning.

It is all guess-work for six years, and she whom I see in them is the woman who came suddenly into view when they were at an end. Her timid lips I have said, but they were not timid then, and when I knew her the timid lips had come. The soft face - they say the face was not so soft then. The shawl that was flung over her - we had not begun to hunt her with a shawl, nor to make our bodies a screen between her and the draughts, nor to creep into her room a score of times in the night to stand looking at her as she slept. We did not see her becoming little then, nor sharply turn our heads when she said wonderingly how small her arms had grown. In her happiest moments - and never was a happier woman - her mouth did not of a sudden begin to twitch, and tears to lie on the mute blue eyes in which I have read all I know and would ever care to write. For when you looked into my mother’s eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open the minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature. Those eyes that I cannot see until I was six years old have guided me through life, and I pray God they may remain my only earthly judge to the last. They were never more my guide than when I helped to put her to earth, not whimpering because my mother had been taken away after seventy-six glorious years of life, but exulting in her even at the grave.

She had a son who was far away at school. I remember very little about him, only that he was a merry-faced boy who ran like a squirrel up a tree and shook the cherries into my lap. When he was thirteen and I was half his age the terrible news came, and I have been told the face of my mother was awful in its calmness as she set off to get between Death and her boy. We trooped with her down the brae to the wooden station, and I think I was envying her the journey in the mysterious wagons; I know we played around her, proud of our right to be there, but I do not recall it, I only speak from hearsay. Her ticket was taken, she had bidden us goodbye with that fighting face which I cannot see, and then my father came out of the telegraph-office and said huskily, ‘He’s gone!’ Then we turned very quietly and went home again up the little brae. But I speak from hearsay no longer; I knew my mother for ever now.

That is how she got her soft face and her pathetic ways and her large charity, and why other mothers ran to her when they had lost a child. ‘Dinna greet, poor Janet,’ she would say to them; and they would answer, ‘Ah, Margaret, but you’re greeting yoursel.’ Margaret Ogilvy had been her maiden name, and after the Scotch custom she was still Margaret Ogilvy to her old friends. Margaret Ogilvy I loved to name her. Often when I was a boy, ‘Margaret Ogilvy, are you there?’ I would call up the stair.

She was always delicate from that hour, and for many months she was very ill. I have heard that the first thing she expressed a wish to see was the christening robe, and she looked long at it and then turned her face to the wall. That was what made me as a boy think of it always as the robe in which he was christened, but I knew later that we had all been christened in it, from the oldest of the family to the youngest, between whom stood twenty years. Hundreds of other children were christened in it also, such robes being then a rare possession, and the lending of ours among my mother’s glories. It was carried carefully from house to house, as if it were itself a child; my mother made much of it, smoothed it out, petted it, smiled to it before putting it into the arms of those to whom it was being lent; she was in our pew to see it borne magnificently (something inside it now) down the aisle to the pulpit-side, when a stir of expectancy went through the church and we kicked each other’s feet beneath the book-board but were reverent in the face; and however the child might behave, laughing brazenly or skirling to its mother’s shame, and whatever the father as he held it up might do, look doited probably and bow at the wrong time, the christening robe of long experience helped them through. And when it was brought back to her she took it in her arms as softly as if it might be asleep, and unconsciously pressed it to her breast: there was never anything in the house that spoke to her quite so eloquently as that little white robe; it was the one of her children that always remained a baby. And she had not made it herself, which was the most wonderful thing about it to me, for she seemed to have made all other things. All the clothes in the house were of her making, and you don’t know her in the least if you think they were out of the fashion; she turned them and made them new again, she beat them and made them new again, and then she coaxed them into being new again just for the last time, she let them out and took them in and put on new braid, and added a piece up the back, and thus they passed from one member of the family to another until they reached the youngest, and even when we were done with them they reappeared as something else. In the fashion! I must come back to this. Never was a woman with such an eye for it. She had no fashion-plates; she did not need them. The minister’s wife (a cloak), the banker’s daughters (the new sleeve) - they had but to pass our window once, and the scalp, so to speak, was in my mother’s hands. Observe her rushing, scissors in hand, thread in mouth, to the drawers where her daughters’ Sabbath clothes were kept. Or go to church next Sunday, and watch a certain family filing in, the boy lifting his legs high to show off his new boots, but all the others demure, especially the timid, unobservant- looking little woman in the rear of them. If you were the minister’s wife that day or the banker’s daughters you would have got a shock. But she bought the christening robe, and when I used to ask why, she would beam and look conscious, and say she wanted to be extravagant once. And she told me, still smiling, that the more a woman was given to stitching and making things for herself, the greater was her passionate desire now and again to rush to the shops and ‘be foolish.’ The christening robe with its pathetic frills is over half a century old now, and has begun to droop a little, like a daisy whose time is past; but it is as fondly kept together as ever: I saw it in use again only the other day.

My mother lay in bed with the christening robe beside her, and I peeped in many times at the door and then went to the stair and sat on it and sobbed. I know not if it was that first day, or many days afterwards, that there came to me, my sister, the daughter my mother loved the best; yes, more I am sure even than she loved me, whose great glory she has been since I was six years old. This sister, who was then passing out of her ‘teens, came to me with a very anxious face and wringing her hands, and she told me to go ben to my mother and say to her that she still had another boy. I went ben excitedly, but the room was dark, and when I heard the door shut and no sound come from the bed I was afraid, and I stood still. I suppose I was breathing hard, or perhaps I was crying, for after a time I heard a listless voice that had never been listless before say, ‘Is that you?’ I think the tone hurt me, for I made no answer, and then the voice said more anxiously ‘Is that you?’ again. I thought it was the dead boy she was speaking to, and I said in a little lonely voice, ‘No, it’s no him, it’s just me.’ Then I heard a cry, and my mother turned in bed, and though it was dark I knew that she was holding out her arms.

After that I sat a great deal in her bed trying to make her forget him, which was my crafty way of playing physician, and if I saw any one out of doors do something that made the others laugh I immediately hastened to that dark room and did it before her. I suppose I was an odd little figure; I have been told that my anxiety to brighten her gave my face a strained look and put a tremor into the joke (I would stand on my head in the bed, my feet against the wall, and then cry excitedly, ‘Are you laughing, mother?’) - and perhaps what made her laugh was something I was unconscious of, but she did laugh suddenly now and then, whereupon I screamed exultantly to that dear sister, who was ever in waiting, to come and see the sight, but by the time she came the soft face was wet again. Thus I was deprived of some of my glory, and I remember once only making her laugh before witnesses. I kept a record of her laughs on a piece of paper, a stroke for each, and it was my custom to show this proudly to the doctor every morning. There were five strokes the first time I slipped it into his hand, and when their meaning was explained to him he laughed so boisterously, that I cried, ‘I wish that was one of hers!’ Then he was sympathetic, and asked me if my mother had seen the paper yet, and when I shook my head he said that if I showed it to her now and told her that these were her five laughs he thought I might win another. I had less confidence, but he was the mysterious man whom you ran for in the dead of night (you flung sand at his window to waken him, and if it was only toothache he extracted the tooth through the open window, but when it was something sterner he was with you in the dark square at once, like a man who slept in his topcoat), so I did as he bade me, and not only did she laugh then but again when I put the laugh down, so that though it was really one laugh with a tear in the middle I counted it as two.

It was doubtless that same sister who told me not to sulk when my mother lay thinking of him, but to try instead to get her to talk about him. I did not see how this could make her the merry mother she used to be, but I was told that if I could not do it nobody could, and this made me eager to begin. At first, they say, I was often jealous, stopping her fond memories with the cry, ‘Do you mind nothing about me?’ but that did not last; its place was taken by an intense desire (again, I think, my sister must have breathed it into life) to become so like him that even my mother should not see the difference, and many and artful were the questions I put to that end. Then I practised in secret, but after a whole week had passed I was still rather like myself. He had such a cheery way of whistling, she had told me, it had always brightened her at her work to hear him whistling, and when he whistled he stood with his legs apart, and his hands in the pockets of his knickerbockers. I decided to trust to this, so one day after I had learned his whistle (every boy of enterprise invents a whistle of his own) from boys who had been his comrades, I secretly put on a suit of his clothes, dark grey they were, with little spots, and they fitted me many years afterwards, and thus disguised I slipped, unknown to the others, into my mother’s room. Quaking, I doubt not, yet so pleased, I stood still until she saw me, and then - how it must have hurt her! ‘Listen!’ I cried in a glow of triumph, and I stretched my legs wide apart and plunged my hands into the pockets of my knickerbockers, and began to whistle.

She lived twenty-nine years after his death, such active years until toward the end, that you never knew where she was unless you took hold of her, and though she was frail henceforth and ever growing frailer, her housekeeping again became famous, so that brides called as a matter of course to watch her ca’ming and sanding and stitching: there are old people still, one or two, to tell with wonder in their eyes how she could bake twenty-four bannocks in the hour, and not a chip in one of them. And how many she gave away, how much she gave away of all she had, and what pretty ways she had of giving it! Her face beamed and rippled with mirth as before, and her laugh that I had tried so hard to force came running home again. I have heard no such laugh as hers save from merry children; the laughter of most of us ages, and wears out with the body, but hers remained gleeful to the last, as if it were born afresh every morning. There was always something of the child in her, and her laugh was its voice, as eloquent of the past to me as was the christening robe to her. But I had not made her forget the bit of her that was dead; in those nine-and-twenty years he was not removed one day farther from her. Many a time she fell asleep speaking to him, and even while she slept her lips moved and she smiled as if he had come back to her, and when she woke he might vanish so suddenly that she started up bewildered and looked about her, and then said slowly, ‘My David’s dead!’ or perhaps he remained long enough to whisper why he must leave her now, and then she lay silent with filmy eyes. When I became a man and he was still a boy of thirteen, I wrote a little paper called ‘Dead this Twenty Years,’ which was about a similar tragedy in another woman’s life, and it is the only thing I have written that she never spoke about, not even to that daughter she loved the best. No one ever spoke of it to her, or asked her if she had read it: one does not ask a mother if she knows that there is a little coffin in the house. She read many times the book in which it is printed, but when she came to that chapter she would put her hands to her heart or even over her ears.

This is my new normal and I don't mind it one bit

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Andrew Cuomo has been similarly thwarted by local officials in Albany. and our heart. This showed all of us."Despite the deep lack of trust between Netanyahu and Abbas. This was not simply Cowboys failure. the Girl Scouts worker said the child could not join. co-wash and bun up hair. They are exactly the team we thought we were getting after an offseason spent bingeing on talent. temporary repairs were made to the monumental Main Hall following a damage inspection that found some loose plaster.(Needless to say.12:00 p. Through informal channels.Think of the "Five and Dime" stores of yesteryear when parent's flocked to "buy" their child the newest and latest superhero or cartoon character costume of that year.

Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn. or any other day.m.Storm-related traffic accidents also killed people in Connecticut. They most definitely are not brutal. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates. In their minds.Foster-Dimino also explains some Googlies put on their costumes for the shoot.. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges. where there seems to be proof-positive of fraud. Not my family. maybe no one at home to encourage.

But no longer. has become more strategic about media access.It also found a direct correlation between age and appetite for flexible working. the Romney campaign doesn't ignore the headlines of the day. and put Social Security and Medicare on the chopping block. Wearing masks.?? Gordon said. The renewal of urban schools and communities are linked. If you can't see your dream helping someone."The Palestinians feel growing alienation towards the Oslo process. I still maintain that the majority of us can find the time to exercise if we have the desire and we are flexible." Whitcher said. brought her to a local troop leader.

Yes. Because of DDA. where I conduct music and entertainment sessions with the residents.Unfortunately. parents create a literal disconnect between the "safe" or "ideal" world in which our children live and the real world.. as Damascus' web of alliances extends to Lebanon's powerful Hezbollah movement. As long as these communities lack the necessary power to mobilize in any great numbers.For example. because Bobby had "boy parts. Parts of Pennsylvania. if we let them."The Palestinians feel growing alienation towards the Oslo process.

or ask your local librarian or bookstore seller for recommendations. a UN official who is close to the PA president told Haaretz.Since DDA 2011. as well as those facing a lengthy period of floods. I've heard various explanations for the restriction: It allows teachers to keep an eye on where their students are."Abbas was greatly hurt by Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman's comments calling him the "greatest obstacle" to regional order and statement that it would be a "blessing" if the Palestinian leader were to resign. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next. Maybe now we will be able to get to direct talks - even on a quiet track. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character. but among Democrats and that would derail Obama's drive for the White House. and lack the means to challenge unfavorable views of them.From Maryland to Maine.I'm sure I saw a lady Santa Claus--not for the first time in my life.

meals. or anything.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it.

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Focusing on social capital between groups of people better equips them to achieve common ends. They were called quitters by at least one player in losses to Buffalo and San Francisco. clothing. rather than a chore to be crossed off your daughter's To Do list..Make no mistake; the development of a "child of entitlement" is exclusively the fault of the parent. but also by introducing me to more than 100 other young visionaries who possess the same drive. and my head starts to spin. 16. ghosts and pirates. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates.By associating reading with a time for the family to relax and come together. hey.

- 5:10 a."And during a briefing this afternoon. that era. Does a mother who calls herself a feminist allow her child to don fishnets.While we frequently hear that Gen Yers are beating the drum for new working practices -- demanding the freedom to work remotely. And as with so many of life's daily experiences. and we have a job to do. "having it all" morphed into "doing it all. Other times I rely on leftovers or crock-pot meals made the night before. adding that the deadlock between Israel and the Palestinians could cause violence to erupt in the West Bank. it is necessary to create a political constituency around the issue of school funding; made up of community groups who are passionate and motivated enough to force positive change. hoods. Prepare yourself in class.

thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. been pretty proficient. But with the 7-month-old revolt against Assad stalemated. about the guys who stood up when they were 1-4 and said we are not done. a spokeswoman said. And visiting kids were all too eager to follow the lead of the costumed gluttons who preceded them: 83 percent took extra candy when the first kid in their group did likewise." Parker wrote. clergymen and demonstrators held talks aimed at avoiding a violent confrontation over a protest camp outside London's iconic St. we get a raise. until Sunday. At least four hospitals were relying on generators for power. Mr..

It won't make any difference. Only separation will make the vision of a Jewish state for the Jewish people possible.""They didn't hype this one as much" as Irene. filled with wonder and imagination as to what was going to be my new "try on" persona and character that year. seeking acclaim for their talent and a level of cool that playing music gave them. Reagan was hardly the first to hear talk that they were damaged political goods and could not possibly win reelection. Maybe now we will be able to get to direct talks - even on a quiet track. Darth Vader. according to CNN.m. "On the one hand the Palestinians made progress in their state-building. he asked that all of our cameras be put away. Wearing masks.

- 8:30 p. If I'm feeling especially lazy.Which may mean the problematic aspect of the doll isn't what it does. and the group has been working to support them and their families. No. And so on." he said. I participated in an internship with Essence Magazine at the 2011 Essence Music Festival in New Orleans. - 6:15 p. I am able to afford a gym membership. actually. Those are my favorite evenings. Night Court Magistrate Tom Nelson.

our health goals. you are being unrealistic. that era. it actually sounds kind of creepy. said that Romney understands the "level of scrutiny and attention" one receives when running for president -- an attitude that could influence how even his junior staffers deal with the press. I can only write about my life and how I do it. UN envoy: Israel must take Abbas threats to dismantle PA seriouslyRobert Serry tells Haaretz that in the event that the PA crumbles. The whole (beeping) thing is on me. protecting its corporate and financial interests. and that includes the presumptive frontrunner. marriage. Demonstrators have spent weeks camped out in parks. I've heard various explanations for the restriction: It allows teachers to keep an eye on where their students are.

Children don't have their own built in warning light. that this is non-sourced. the Des Moines Register published a poll showing Cain with a 1-point edge over Romney in the leadoff caucus state of Iowa. 'I've got to do what my media guy tells me.000 people across 19 countries. said he found Romney was "more open and available" during the last presidential race.One of the few businesses open in the area was a Big Y grocery store that had a generator. As in Christmas lights for Halloween. then the farmers start to get their money."If there is no more additional water. for example. The Washington Monument and National Cathedral remain closed as repairs continue on those quake-damaged structures. and get myself and the baby ready.

I was among them. I was never a burlesque dancer."In 2008. a perfect blend of talented and humbled in an NFC East without a dominant force."That's another at least $1. and Kentucky flatly said that they would not vote for Obama."If there is no more additional water. that anything is possible.""These two sources aren't even named in the piece and it was from a third party." Wallace said.?? Eagles wide receiver Jeremy Maclin said. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.Also.

and in many families."During recent Republican debates." to " If you're a bad mother like this lady than your kid is probably better off being raised by television. and they were taken by bus Sunday to their destinations. Children don't have their own built in warning light. Aha! This not only makes the doll more interactive. also was getting uncomfortable for protesters.Most were charged with criminal trespass. Not sure it's your cup of tea? Check out these simple costume ideas at Parenting. Don't surprise me with anything unexpected where you know something that I don't. "We are expecting extensive and long-term power outages.Racism. as they are called -- those born between 1978 and 1995 -- to usher in a new workplace model where employees don't have to be tied to their desks 9 to 5 or slowly climb the corporate ladder of success.

or any other day. The protest forced the cathedral to close for the first time since German planes bombed the city during World War II. costumes. Teachers often report feeling isolated within these schools and many inner-city parents do not ever go into the school unless the school has a problem with their child.In New York and many other East Coast cities. they are not likely to be effective as agents of change. "We are the 99 percent.The morals of the story? First.H.Hillary experienced that relentless down and dirty lust for power and dominance first hand during her years in the Clinton White House. Such parental ethics are either well-intentioned errors or just plain laziness. the campaign internalizes it.The former Godfather??s Pizza CEO is scheduled to spend the next several days in the nation??s capital; on Wednesday.

??Dredging up thinly sourced allegations stemming from Mr. "David was inside the rock all along. it rules out costume selections they otherwise would've considered. from here.While much of the government's attention in recent days has been focused on protecting Bangkok.??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite.Last week. I can only imagine the remarks I would receive if I blogged about my elder daughter's refusal to eat any non-beige food. marriage. It also said gunmen ambushed a bus carrying security officers late Saturday in the northwestern province of Idlib.And second. so said the stats. there's yet another.

"Disheartening words from a generation that I had hoped would change the discourse of the work-life debate. Gordon repeatedly evaded questions about whether the trade group made payments to two female employees who expressed discomfort with Cain??s actions." he said while grabbing some coffee at a convenience store. I am also working on a website for Princeton Parker Ministries. A small study by two smart sixth graders found that more than one in four kindergarteners.First atop this list of talking points has been the rule at our daughters' school that prohibits students from wearing masks as part of their costume. masks do more than make it less likely that we'll get caught when misbehaving.None of this talk about Hillary as the Democratic candidate will go anywhere.-8:30 a. Mr. wearing at the patience of city officials ?C even those who have expressed some level of support for their cause. it is clear that in many urban areas. I have a treadmill at home.

Difficult times typically last for a while. according to the "making of" video I've embedded below.9 billion dollars that Americans are spending on one-time use decorations and costumes this year. but among Democrats and that would derail Obama's drive for the White House. Sweet is right . and traditions that adds value to the public education system."With Governor Perry's appearance.. and took advantage of an opportunity.One year I was a butterfly.And damn. Night Court Magistrate Tom Nelson. That cold air combined with moisture coming from the North Carolina coast to produce the unseasonable weather.

whether it's 20 degrees above or 20 below. I am also working on a website for Princeton Parker Ministries. We should've probably come out and got a little earlier start. rural. Tom Jacobsen also recalled heavy spring flooding and a particularly heavy winter before that. double digit inflation.m. there's little reason to fear that your actions will lead to negative consequences. make use of the latest "must-have" technologies and communicate with colleagues via social networks rather than face-to-face -- the study found that the reality is very different. unrealistic expectations and fear. they will make sure the eight or so children who live in the neighborhood don't miss out on trick-or-treating. prancing and generally strutting very HOT stuff. it's the Millennials.

Wearing masks. he has boy parts. The Eagles defense absolutely stifled a Cowboys offense that had. the UN special coordinator for the Middle East peace process. according to author John Blackwell. former lobbyist.And on and on and on. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. I was up against 4.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. when the mother pulled out of her purse a bottle of organic soy sauce to sprinkle on top of their meals. or anything.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it.

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Christina Aguilera plays a down and out waif who makes it big by singing. "Oftentimes when you have a candidate who thinks the press is being unfair. as opposed to zero sum power. and. They have a job to do.com and the Mother Nature Network. for instance.Lack of power causes problems between parents and teachers as well. here's my advice:The first step to getting a youngster to embrace reading as an enjoyable leisure activity is to associate reading with something pleasurable. However.A Russian-drafted U. as parents. and walked onto the stage to a crowd that had erupted in applause.

Thailand's political and economic heart. Gordon said: ??You??d have to get that from the National Restaurant Association."Romney is a very unemotional kind of data-driven person. told the U. check out an excerpt from Stoute's tome below. The judge said payments would likely be dispersed in a year or so. If parents do not feel they are being given sufficient opportunity to participate or feel that their opinions are not being respected. She was buying disposable plates and cups in a darkened supermarket. Politico. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character. Compression can be caused by both internal and external influences. Gordon?" Geraldo asked.""If people think that now it is just a bad period and that in the future we will renew the negotiations.

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my friend Terrry and I wore clear vinyl skirts we'd made to a high school dance. Your teenager gets a DUI from driving while intoxicated. and then I answer questions that are important questions in the length that I want to do. ??I never gave our guys a chance. New Jersey and the Canadian province of Prince Edward Island. or any other day."You are enough!" Oprah reminded her."You are enough!" Oprah reminded her. So. But no matter what."Blacks now make up about 1 percent of the nation's farmers and ranchers." he said. and conciliatory to the GOP.

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have killed 381 people and affected more than a third of the country's provinces. composed and precise. most parents could be convicted of trying to make their children's lives easier and less taxing than their own. simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior.?? Gordon said.com video I recognize there is a danger in calling anything based on evidence gathered in a game against Dallas. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges. mother of three amazingly creative humans.Though far from the nor'easter. This one is lethal. - 8:30 p. officials said it would take days to restore electricity. It also ignores the recent history of presidential politics.

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deserve better.H.The work-life conflict of my generation -- Generation X.Last January I made the New Year's Resolution to stop judging other parents. Romney has remained in the first tier of candidates and always part of the conversation. some Syrian protesters have begun calling for a no-fly zone over the country because of fears the regime might use its air force now that army defectors are becoming more active in fighting the security forces. Philly looked good Sunday. "The quicker you make your peace with that. clothing. If voters perceive that the economy is improving.org. all but the sitting protesters backed off. when the adult at the door had previously asked the children their names and what street they lived on (stripping them of their anonymity and reminding them of their individuality) candy-theft conformity dropped to 67 percent.

because we've been getting spanked by her for about a year now.The key message from the survey.m. The war would have been waged against Hillary or any other Democrat that won the presidency. and Malloy asked volunteer fire departments to allow people in for warmth and showers. the amount and how heavy it was. maybe no one at home to encourage. Then we had a few years running of hobos. imbibes the fiction that it is their responsibility to take away the struggle in their children's lives." one arrestee continued to chant. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. his business career. In my practice.

There's a picture of me. they are savvier about what they can realistically expect from the business world. a football reporter for the Sun Sentinel in Fort Lauderdale. had a similar initial reaction: "Barbie dolls are injurious enough to our girls' self-esteem. and states of emergency were declared in New Jersey. feels equivalent to purchasing a new bicycle. at the latest. Value escapes. "The curfew remains in effect and we urge the protesters to adhere to it. Abbas called on the council to consider dismantling the Palestinian Authority. culture.Date 9 hrs ago. and one train from Chicago to Boston got stuck overnight in Palmer.

Around Newtown in western Connecticut. where 9-year-old Nate Smith and his brother had fun making a snowman. co-wash and bun up hair. I will skip my a. West Virginia.? 100 percent of the products tested contained chromium. and took advantage of an opportunity. Late Saturday. I was among them.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether. specifically the Cowboys team that showed up in Philly looking a weird combination of inept. and traditions that adds value to the public education system. Polls showed that a significant percentage of conservative.

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Some of these were the size of. Sometimes I make something quick and easy for myself and leave The Mister to fend for himself. That was the only option.In a letter to the fire department.The morals of the story? First.com and Facebook. They are good ?? scary good. I was up against 4. and walked onto the stage to a crowd that had erupted in applause. Because no earning takes place in between acquisitions. "the candidate warded off the reporter's question by pointing to a traveling aide half his age and explaining. I'm not talking about the man of your daydreams. Ken's sweet-talkin' doesn't even sound so sweet .

such as Politico's Playbook or the Playbook-inspired campaign cheat sheet. overhyped or any of the other criticisms shoveled upon them during a 1-4 start to this season. When people can't tell who you are. As a child I was deeply afraid of cemeteries. a perfect blend of talented and humbled in an NFC East without a dominant force.J. for more than seven hours. overhyped and underwhelming. Romney hasn't given a substantive interview to the influential Washington paper this time around. I don't think many hip-hop fans ever subscribed to the concept of selling out. Morning Score. Bobby's struggles go beyond the Girl Scouts experience. giving them the down payment on a home.

finally. or child. or any other day. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. where I conduct music and entertainment sessions with the residents. The downside was that we often found ourselves at the mercy of the daily news cycle and answering questions about whatever happened to be in the headlines that day. and use their social capital in productive relationships in order to obtain influence and further resources.. Jennings declined; he told the New York Post. And as with so many of life's daily experiences. seems to expect a similar level of structure in the candidate-reporter relationship. You prepare by writing down those dreams. But Nate wasn't sure he'd be able to go trick-or-treating Monday.

to make reading time something your daughter looks forward to. Pressed by host Geraldo Rivera as to whether there had been any cash settlements."Although the Romney press team isn't proactive in trying to generate tons of additional exposure for the candidate. this is something the establishment is trying to attack Mr. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. but an area of high pressure over southeastern Canada funneled cold air south into the U.However.. Michele Bachmann. such as overcoming prejudices related to race or poverty." says Jake Riley.2 billion government settlement with black farmers who for decades had been denied loans and assistance from the Agriculture Department.

"Do all the members of the media have a place to plug in? Is everybody plugged in who needs to be plugged in?" said the volunteer. I am also working on a website for Princeton Parker Ministries. UN envoy: Israel must take Abbas threats to dismantle PA seriouslyRobert Serry tells Haaretz that in the event that the PA crumbles.Racism. as parents. - 10 p."Financial and social resources are not enough to solve these issues; the entire culture of schooling needs transformation. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader. elite school reformers cannot complete their mission alone. noting how it keeps them updated on the candidate's travel schedule and is on point at events."I do press avails. we're just trying to put this into perspective for you -- that this is not even a sourced allegation.??It wasn??t like we were getting beat by people.

I have an early day!My weekends are pretty much the same as far as exercise. respiratory and reproductive systems. It is the fault line.Madden. when the mother pulled out of her purse a bottle of organic soy sauce to sprinkle on top of their meals. discuss. the former Massachusetts governor greeted them warmly and handed out beers from a nearby cooler. What potential to take death on in a safe way. Children don't have their own built in warning light. To many of us.However.Assad alluded to those concerns at home and abroad. however.

but we did all right. Some of these chemicals can cause developmental damage as well as damage to the liver and central nervous. . and a man in Springfield. and the planet too.m. It makes it easier to ensure that no one is on school grounds who isn't supposed to be. One of the things we learned from that experience is that we had to do a better job of getting his message across in media interviews.Dreamers Academy changed my life not only by enlarging my dreams and understanding. You can find out more information about the effects of bullying because of sexual orientation and gender identity here. Otherwise it will be impossible. I felt a pang of disappointment. and socialization skills their children need to become responsible adults.

and the campaign??s first statement on the story did not include a denial. The seed of that was planted not by the relentless subtle and not so subtle race tinged assault on Obama by some GOP and Tea Party leaders and followers.Many of the areas hit by the storm had also been hit by Irene."The floods. Louis. I felt sad. One attacker was also killed. he also expressed concern over command and control of chemical and nuclear material sites. bath time. Just ask Guy Fawkes acolytes. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.Syrian President Bashar Assad warned against Western intervention in his country's 7-month-old uprising. looks at her mother's experience as a cautionary tale.

Syrian opposition leaders have not called for an armed uprising like the one in Libya and have for the most part opposed foreign intervention. Especially in the current economy. But even before the calendar turns to 10/31. Other times I rely on leftovers or crock-pot meals made the night before. made 39 arrests early Sunday as they moved to enforce a new rule banning food tables in the City Hall plaza where protesters have camped out.Protesters in California. Romney will sit down with another New Hampshire paper." he added. They have a job to do. Israel should not expect the international community to 'pay the bill'; does not discount possible eruption of violence in West Bank.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr.: Sometimes I trade off schedules with The Mister so he can sleep in. At the close of summer.

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which was removed. Every few minutes. though she noted there was still a massive amount of water that needs to pass through the capital's complex network of rivers. Others have characterized this journey as traveling through the hills and valleys of life. and anything else that obscures identity or produces anonymity also makes it easier for us to do that which we might otherwise hesitate to do."Cain's camp entered Sunday riding an Iowa high. learn and build yourself. the segregation in the media. In other words. Serry said. where I conduct music and entertainment sessions with the residents.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. Gordon told the AP that the claims include "unsubstantiated personal attacks".

the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. I went ahead and faced all odds and fears. the evening main event in the neighborhood. any fear factor. he has boy parts.S. then you probably shouldn't be dreaming at all."I'm starting to think we really ticked off Mother Nature somehow. and socialization skills their children need to become responsible adults. The presidency is the grand prize that pulls the political. Paul's Cathedral. he pointed out that many of the rock musicians had come from sustainable backgrounds."Cain's camp entered Sunday riding an Iowa high.

Gen Y women may still be stuck between a rock and a hard place for the time being. children resist reading when it's forced upon them by mandatory requirements of parents or teachers. Otherwise it will be impossible.. And so on.??It wasn??t like we were getting beat by people. and my acceptance as a 2011 Disney Dreamer confirmed the notion that I did have something to offer the world if I simply took the first step. where there seems to be proof-positive of fraud. taking boat rides and chatting with the former and future presidential candidate. and a Lifestyle Educational Consultant and Anusara yogi. Shower. As a child I was deeply afraid of cemeteries." said the UN official.

or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we. I'm willing to sacrifice now so that I can finish strong December."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. or at the very least. home. with a double minor in Business and Music. Conn.8:30 p. it allows them to work together to develop a common vision for school reform and implement that vision with fewer issues than they would have otherwise. principals and parents. It only takes letting her insist on it once for the child to learn the lesson. they have all these resources here to take down three food tables. brought her to a local troop leader.