The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham

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

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the lambing season. One bleak, cold, stormy March morning, going out with him amongst the nnew born lambs, one poor little thing numb with cold, too feeble to stand, too weak to suck, lay on the cold wet ground, its poor mother standing over it, uttering her plaintive bleat, trying to encourage it to stand. I said “Poor thing it will die of cold”. “I will give it you my boy if you can keep it alive, take it in and try”. I took it in the kitchen in my arms, laid it on the hearth before a good fire, dried its wet woolly coat, got a little warm milk, and a new tobacco pipe, broke it short, put a bit of linen round it, filled its head with warm milk, after some effort got the pipe into its mouth, and some warm milk down its throat. It soon began to wag its tail. I knew it might live, and took to feeding it, till it could stand, and run about. It was soon able to suck from its mother and became

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