The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham

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

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My mother had been on a visit to her sister in that town, and was struck with the sun-burnt dark appearance of the sons of Ocean, that was just before my birth;, whether a joke or not I was dubbed Brown Georgy and answered well to the name. My eldest sister at home thought me a needless little visitor, making more work. I was a nasty cross little crab, a character that stuck to me during my early childhood and youth. My said sister to put me out of the way, popped me in the cradle. I resented with a hearty squall; she rocked me over the side bump on to the floor, which brought up my mother to soothe the cross little fellow. The said sister, nearly 60 years since thanked her youngest brother for his sympathy and care of her. There were few incidents of interest in the first ten years of my life. As soon as I was able I was sent to old dame Fawkes’ school at

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