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It was very bad in Winter when the snow used to drift very high. I have got lost a few
times and my uncle would meet me and carry me home on his shoulder high: he was so big and tall and strong.
The life of an orphan girl and her sister brought up by her uncle and aunt at Middle Hill Farm before
her home was demolished to build Watergrove reservoir.
this moving story available for all to read. |
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