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What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with read more
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The read more
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly read more
The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.