The Goodliffe Family of Nottingham
The Story of My Life - The original, handwritten version of the Memoirs of Arnold
Goodliffe
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a four-in-hand. We rattled away, changing at Loughboro’ and Bunny, and
some of the lights of Nottingham, its Castle, and fine old church came
in view as we descended Ruddington hill. The old Trent Bridge spanning
the broadest river I had seen was interesting to me. The steep Hollow
Stone hill, the narrow Bridlesmith Gate lit up with gas - still narrower
High St., with a strong beam across on which swung an immense painted
Black Moor’s Head, underneath which our lively old Coachman drove, to
the White Lion, Clumber St. where we arrived about ½ past 8, to me the
memorable Saturday, the 23rd
of August 1823. My brother William met me at the coach, we soon reached
Smithy Row, where at that time, a row of the lowest class of butchers
stalls stood, they were a rowing noisy lot. His Mrs Major kept a small
provision shop, being ½ the shop |
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