The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham

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

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as it appeared to me at my chest, pulled the trigger, but fortunately it did not go off. A very few minutes after I shot at some birds, it went off tearing off boughs showing the deadly nature of the shot. I felt thankful for a life preserved. About the same time I had another escape. I was riding, carrying a load on my arm, when the girth broke, the saddle slipped on the side of the horse, my foot got fast in the stirrup. I was dragged across the field, with the risk of having a broken skull before I got rescued. When a little boy I went up a ladder on the roof of a barn, and my mother found me walking on the steep roof, trying to get some fine house leeks growing on the ridge. Such were some of my escapes my time had not come. Our farm land was about a mile from the old Lodge. In seed time, and harvest my job was bird scaring and I grew rather fond of

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