gri_2003_m_46_b03_f10_005
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- WINNER - 66491758 - hoskinml
- 67895478 - jsprake
- 68022023 - LindaK0412
- 68342100 - tmeconverse
- 69153093 - not-logged-in-3a43448f8a386ea47737
- 70184020 - JanetCormack
WINNER - 66491758 - hoskinml
1 xi '50 SheltonDearest Sylvia
Shelton is a grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to be the snow line which is hidden in low clouds. Vague vistas on one side, the steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the change between Redcar & Whitby. Soon I shall break off & lumber for the 'bus with my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink & my dictionary. At Redcar I had tea before leaving to get even here: I looked at the cafe clock. 'It's slow,' a girl said. I started to the window: 'The Town clock's slow', she said. The anecdote is charact-eristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usually be separated from the rest of the class: they are square or as nearly so as possible. Their hair does this: . A Yorkshire woman is slim if the fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact with reality: several coal-miners are in here with me.
Whitby
Whitby is very much the summer resort in winter - solemnly tidy, smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul using them. The 'lounge' overlooks first an ornamental garden, brown & green only at the moment then the sea and woodland, all discreetly subdued by mist. The journey after Shelton was beautiful, rich valleys in which the forests were protected from the wind and so still retained their copper & red leaves almost intact. Mrs Ure has just this moment given me my tea & best of all your letter. I am so glad the Paris is worth a photograph and I am very interested indeed in what you say about the Wrights. I am delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagence in order-ing photographs of them, too, but I am delighted that you have done so. Now I must make a few notes for the epidiascope version of the lecture which I have to give this evening and I will continue this letter as soon as I can.
67895478 - jsprake
1 x 1 '50Shelton
Dearest Sylvia
Shelton is a grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to be
the snow line which is hidden in low clouds. Vague vistas on one side, the
steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the large? believer
Redcar & Whitley. Soon I shall break off and lumber for the bus with
my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink & my
dictionary. At Redcar I had tea before leaving to get even here;
I looked at the caf'e clock. "It's slow", a girl said. The anecdote is charact-
eristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usually be separated
from the rest of the sex: they are square or as nearly so as possible.
Their hair does this: [picture][/picture]. A Yorkshire woman is slim if the
fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such
beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact
with reality: general coal-miners are in here with me.
Whitley
Whitley is very much the summer resort in winter - solemnly today,
smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul using them.
The "lounge" overlooks first an ornamental garden, brown & green only at the
moment then the and woodland, all discreetly subdued by mist. The
journey after Shelton was beautiful, rich valleys in which the forests
were protected from the wind and so still retained their copper & red
leaves almost intact. Mrs. Ure has just this moment given me my tea & best of all your letter. I am so glad that Paris is worth a photograph
and I am very interested indeed in what you say about the Wrights. I am
delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagance in order-
ing photographs of them, too, but I am delighted that you have done so.
Now I must make a few notes for the epidiascope version of the lecture
which I have to give this evening and I will continue this letter as soon as
I can.
68022023 - LindaK0412
Shelton1 x 1 '50
Dearest Sylvia,
Shelton is a grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to be
the snow line which is hidden in low clouds. Vogue vistas on one side, the
steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the change between
Redcar & Whitby. Soon I shall break off & lumber for the 'bus with
my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink & my
dictionary. At Recar I had tea before leaving to get even here.
I looked at the cafe clock. 'It's slow,' a girl said. I started to the
window: 'The Town clock's slow,' she said. The anecdote is charact-
eristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usually be separated
from the rest of the else: they are square or as nearly so as possible.
Their hair does this: A Yorkshire woman is slim if the fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such
beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact
with reality: several coal miners are in here with me.
Whitby
Whitby is very much the summer resort in winter - solemnly tidy,
smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul using them.
The 'lounge' overlooks first an ornamental garden, brown and green only at the
moment when the sea and woodland, all discreetly subdued by mist. The
journey after Shelton was beautiful, rich valleys in which the forests
were protected from the wind and so still stained their copper and red
leaves almost intact. Mrs. Ure has just this moment given me my tea &
best of all your letter. I am so glad that Paris is worth a photograph
and I am very interested indeed in what you say about the Wrights. I am
delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagance in order-
ing photographs of them, too, but I am delighted that you have done so.
Now I must make a few notes for the epidiascope version of the lecture
which I have to give this evening and I will continue this letter as soon as
I can.
68342100 - tmeconverse
Skelton1 xi '50
Dearest Sylvia,
Skelton is a grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to the snow line which is hidden in low clouds. Vague vistas on one side, the steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the change between Redcar & Whitly. Soon I shall break off & lumber for the 'bus with my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink & my dictionary. At Redcar I had tea before leaving to get even here: I looked at the cafe clock. 'It's slow,' a girl said. I started to the window: 'The Town clock's slow', she said. The anecdote is characteristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usually be separated from the rest of the class: they are square or as nearly so as possible. Their hair does this:
A Yorkshire woman is slim of the fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact with reality: several coal-miners are in here with me.
Whitly
Whitly is very much the summer resort in winter - solemnly tidy, smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul using them. The 'lounge' overlooks first an ornamental garden, brown & green only at the moment then it's sea and woodland, all discreetly subdued by mist. The journey after Skelton was beautiful, rich valley in which the forests were protected from the wind and so still retained their copper & red leaves almost intact. Mrs. Urebvar has just this moment given me my tea & best of all your letter. I am so glad the Paris is worth a photograph and I am very interested indeed in what you say about the Wrights. I am delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagance in ordering photographs of them, too, but I am delight that you have done so.
Now I must make a few notes for the epidiascope version of the lecture which I have to give this evening and I will continue this letter as soon as I can.
69153093 - not-logged-in-3a43448f8a386ea47737
1x1 '50 SheltonDearest Sylvia
Shelton is a grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to be the line which is hidden in low clouds. Vague vistas on one side, the steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the change between Redcar and Whitly. Soon I shall break off and lumber for the bus with my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink and my dictionary. At Redcar I had tea bfore leaving to get even here: I looked at the cafe clock. 'It's slow,' a girl said. I started to the window: 'The Town clock's slow,' she said. The anecdote is characteristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usuallly be separated from the rest of the sex: they are square on as nearly so as possible. Their hair does this: [llustration] A Yorkshire woman is slim if the fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact ith reality: several coal miners are in here with me.
Whitly
Whitly is very much the summer resort in winter- solemnly today, smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul using them. The 'lounge' overlooks first an ornamental garden, brown and green only at the moment then the sea and woodland, all discreetly subdued by mist. The fauna after Shelton was beautiful, rich valleys in which the forests were protected from the wind and so still retained their copper and red leaves almost intact. just this moment given me my tea and best of all your letter. I am so glad the Paris is worth a photograph and I am very interested indeed in what you say abou the Wrights. I am delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagance in photographs of them, too, but I am delighted that you have done so.
Now I must make a few note for the epidiascope version of the lecture which I have to give this evening and I wll continue this letter as soon as I can.
70184020 - JanetCormack
1 IX 50 SkeltonDearest Sylvia
Skelton is grim little crow's nest of a place, just below what I take to be the snow line which is hidden in low cloud. Vague vistas on one side, the steep hills with yellow-grey houses on the other. This is the change between Redcar & Whitby. Soon I shall break off & limber for the 'bus with my case which contains everything I think except the kitchen sink & my dictionary. At Redcar I had tea before leaving to get even here: I looked at the cafe clock. 'It's slow' a girl said. I started to the window: 'The town clock's slow', she said. The anecdote is characteristic of Redcar. Yorkshire women can usually be separated from the rest of the east: they are square or as nearly so as possible. Their hair does this: A Yorkshire woman is slim if the fingers of two hands meet round the ankle, though, of course, such beauty is rare. I am writing this, by the way, in close contact with reality: several coal-miners are in here with me.
Whitby
Whitby is very much the summer resort in winter - solemnly tidy, smart but silent, with a myriad of wooden seats without a soul among them. The 'lounge' overlooks first an ornamented garden, brown & green only at the moment then the sea and headland, all discretely subdued by mist. The journey after Skelton wa beautiful, rich valleys in which the forests were protected from the wind and so still retained their copper & red leaves almost inntact. Mrs Ure has just this moment given me my tea & best of all your letter. I am so glad the Paris is worth a photograph and I am very interested indeed in what you say about the Wrights. I am delighted and shocked (me shocked for once) at your extravagance in ordering photographs of them, too, but I am delighted that you have done so.
Now I must make a few notes for the epidiascope version of the lecture which I have to give this evening and I will continue this letter as soon as I can.