“My penmanship was still abominable, anyway. Goodness knows, I tried, but I’d all but given up in my attempts to master the art. Had it not been for John Reid standing over me three days a week and browbeating me into practicing, much as he browbeat me to learn French and Latin, I would have quit the whole business and been done with it. We did have a fine feast at Christmas. I worked for days helping Mother and Lucy prepare the winter pea soup, sweet potato biscuits, clam pie, corn bread, cider... spice cake, and venison stew. Mother said our table would be the finest she had ever prepared. She didn’t elaborate, but I knew she was thinking of the war and wondering if we’d all be together again next year. The table was laid in our great hall, so called because it ran down the center of the house and was wide enough for dining or dancing. Rebeckah and Grandfather Henshaw finally condescended to come. The Moores were there too, as was Reverend Panton. But the best part of all was the presence of Grandfather Emerson, my father’s father.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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