The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham

The Story of My Life - The original, handwritten version of the Memoirs of Arnold Goodliffe

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about from tree to tree, chasing each other. Birds of many different voices:- the sweet nightingale, the thrilling warbling thrush, the cooing wood pigeon etc. My Father did not seem to have the power to distinguish the different songs of birds. He would often commence a stave of a favourite hymn and nod off on the old nag, and let her pick her own way. Those were happy days for me, enjoying the sweet songsters of those old forest woods. Poor dear old man, his gentle nature did not fit in with the needed firmness required for a farmer, and so he did not succeed very well, but I am thankful my parents were able to owe no man anything. After he was sixty he was unable frequently to attend to business and was rather fearful, but he trusted to the opinion and decision of his wife and son Thomas, as long as Thomas

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