Word: mother
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
When she was twelve, her father died. To keep the home together, Mrs. Anderson went to work. Miss Anderson says that the happiest moment of her life came the day that she was able to tell her mother to stop working. Later she bought her mother a two-story brick house on Philadelphia's South Martin Street. She bought the house next door for one of her sisters...
Shortly after her father's death, Marian Anderson was "converted." Her mother is a Methodist. But Marian was converted in her father's Union Baptist Church, largely because the late Rev. Wesley G. Parks was deeply interested in . music, loved his choirs and encouraged any outstanding singer in them. At 13, Marian was singing in the church's adult choir. She took home the scores, and sang all the parts (soprano, alto, tenor, bass) over & over to her family until she had learned them. Since work is also a religion to her, Miss Anderson considers this...
Died. Constance Garnett, 84, pioneer and most prolific English translator of Russian literature, widow of Essayist Edward Garnett, mother of Novelist David Garnett; in Edenbridge, England. Despite failing eyesight (she had to have the Russian texts read aloud), shy, scholarly Mrs. Garnett labored for 50 years over the prodigious task of translating the works of Turgenev, Dostoevsky and Chekhov, the best of Tolstoy, much of Gogol. Her translations are regarded as among the best in their field, were largely responsible for the role Russian literature played in the transition from Victorian letters to 20th Century realism...
...takes his cloak and we walked together down till we came pretty near home, when I saw my mother in the street with another woman. . . . My mother, spying of us, says to the other woman, 'Here come Master Debase with a Fleming. It may be they may bring some news of Ned, she little knowing I was he. The old man bid me say nothing, he being pleased at the conceit [joke]. When we came to my mother, she looked on me, but knew me not, but asked the old man if he could tell no news...
...poverty"; he saw rills of blood on his mother's hands after a day's work beating laundry in the icy Manzanares River in winter. He did not see "the clergy," but an old priest dozing in a wild garden with a lizard sunning on his knee, or young priests emptying the church's poor box and playing cards for the proceeds. The worn-out monarchy, for him, was a hemophilic prince grinning from a carriage...