The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham

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

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sort of black sheep. The great difficulty my parents had to obtain a fair education for their children was the long distance they would have to go to a school. When I was about 10, a new dominee came to the village considerable pretensions but they proved beyond his performance, so not much progress was made in mastering the three R’s. My next visit to a school was to Peterboro. To an uncle’s, my mother’s brother to lodge etc. I went to a Mr. Thorpe’s for ½ a year, the best school master I had. He was a good teacher, and a very strict disciplinarian. He believed in using the rod or cane. I only came on once for the ruler – a rater smart dose of custard we called it. I made progress during the 6 months I was there, but was too soon taken away, just as I was getting into the groove and liked it. I attended with my good aunt all the Wesleyan meetings, and became a

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