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Rilla is a wonderful character Rose so spirited! I love LM Mongomery ~ I made a mistake earlier "The Rainbow Valley" is in fact book 7 and "Rilla of Ingleside" is book 8. I could not get book 8 for love nor money in England I tried the net ~ I got book 7 on there, but not book 8 ~ fortunatly for me some friends were going to Canada the only problem I would have to wait 6 weeks till their return. My friend very kindly got book 8 on her second day and I recieved a phone call to say the purchase was secure, by day 4 I received a 2nd phone call saying she loved the book so much she had gone and bought the whole set for herself and {Im so jealous} they were going to stay on a further 2 weeks to visit PE Island ~ so now I had to wait 8 weeks but she started with book one "Anne of Green Gables" and by the time she returned had bought and read all of the "road to Avonlea|" series as well n bought me copies! Me and my children have read those books til they are ragged and still find something new in them!

I read the first 'Ann' books when I was young Mel but found Ann as a 'grown up' much later, How lovely for your friend to visit PE Island...I would like to have lived in Ann and Gilberts House of Dreams lol... my copies are also ragged, they were old when I got them but have been well read since also :)

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Shemp

Hubbie's Relatives were Atkins His Dad worked in Hemsworth Colliery
my hubby also worked in Hemsworth as school leaver but soon got out.
On his mothers side they were called Rollin and also worked in the mines in the area but he is not sure which ones

Hemsworth Colliery was once owned by Earl Fitzwilliam

Hubby said he lived on Pit Row in Fitzwilliam as a young boy then moved to Kinsley which is the next village down. His sister was married to a Beaumont. The Beaumonts were huge land owners around the area also at one stage and had connections with Nostel Priory in Wragby which is just up the road from Fitzwilliam.

Regards
Jackie

Sorry Rose didn't mean to take over your thread

yes Rose "the house of dreams" only little Jem was born there how wonderful ~ an Gilbert was so perfect and handsome too ~ My kids had the complete story on video almost as good Mark loved them! m must get on dvd!

I've just started a biography on The Pogues, just finished Graham Norton's autobiography, before that was "'tis" by Frank McCourt...

Can you see a pattern forming??!

I'm a non-fiction type of girl and love a good autobiography.

Just read the last in the Rebus series by Ian Rankin. Excellent!

ian rankin
read them all, not in the right order but hey ho, also doors open , different but for some of the characters sigue into rebus
igor (i think he will come back but not as a cop as mentor for sibboan )

For Rose :~}

It was a warm, golden-cloudy, lovable afternoon. In the big living-room at Ingleside Susan Baker sat down with a certain grim satisfaction hovering about her like an aura; it was four o'clock and Susan, who had been working incessantly since six that morning, felt that she had fairly earned an hour of repose and gossip. Susan just then was perfectly happy; everything had gone almost uncannily well in the kitchen that day. Dr. Jekyll had not been Mr. Hyde and so had not grated on her nerves; from where she sat she could see the pride of her heart- the bed of peonies of her own planting and culture, blooming as no other peony plot in Glen St. Mary ever did or could bloom, with peonies crimson, peonies silvery pink, peonies white as drifts of winter snow.


Susan had on a new black silk blouse, quite as elaborate as anything Mrs. Marshall Elliott ever wore, and a white starched apron, trimmed with complicated crocheted lace fully five inches wide, not to mention insertion to match. Therefore Susan had all the comfortable consciousness of a well-dressed woman as she opened her copy of the Daily Enterprise and prepared to read the Glen "Notes" which, as Miss Cornelia had just informed her, filled half a column of it and mentioned almost everybody at Ingleside. There was a big, black headline on the front page of the Enterprise, stating that some Archduke Ferdinand or other had been assassinated at a place bearing the weird name of Sarajevo, but Susan tarried not over uninteresting, immaterial stuff like that; she was in quest of something really vital. Oh, here it was- "Jottings from Glen St. Mary." Susan settled down keenly, reading each one over aloud to extract all possible gratification from it.


Mrs. Blythe and her visitor, Miss Cornelia--alias Mrs. Marshall Elliott --were chatting together near the open door that led to the veranda, through which a cool, delicious breeze was blowing, bringing whiffs of phantom perfume from the garden, and charming gay echoes from the vine-hung corner where Rilla and Miss Oliver and Walter were laughing and talking. Wherever Rilla Blythe was, there was laughter.

Awwww thanks Mel :))

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no probs Rose tis such a good thread x