Word: pumpkins
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...still hopes to go back to South Berwick, to "the house my grandfather built and in which my father was born . . . where I whispered up the chimney flue to Santa Claus, roasted apples in the ashes with my brother, started my first novel at the age of six, saw pumpkin faces at the window on Halloween, watched the marshes freeze over, the crab-apple tree blossom, the hay being hurriedly brought to shelter ahead of the storm and the wind blowing the last brown leaves about the yard...
...Delighted by the ovation given "Beranger," and "Life of Man," which had played to standing room houses in Brattle Hall, H. D. C. decided to revive these plays and take them to New York. Here, in the Comedy Theatre, as in 1914 at the Garrick, with "Peter, Peter. Pumpkin Eater," the club enjoyed a successful week on Broadway...
...married a U. S. Army engineer, bore him four sons, went with him to Russia in 1843 to build a railroad in that country: between Moscow and St. Petersburg. She held family prayers every morning, kept the Sabbath with awful rigidity and insisted on serving roast turkey and pumpkin pie on the banks of the Neva. But she would not be of the slightest interest to the U. S. public today if her son James Abbott McNeill Whistler had not grown to be a great artist, had not painted her portrait in 1872, the last portrait he ever got past...
...communities where the early Catholic influence has survived (New Orleans. Mobile), the community's annual civic celebration takes place just before Lent and is called Mardi Gras. In the central grain-&-pumpkin belt the organized merrymaking is scheduled to occur just after harvest time, when farmers used to have money enough to go to town and buy. Last week the chief cities in two big Western States were the scenes of such affairs...
...Flemington, N. J., Ann Wilson Stout ate a piece of pumpkin pie for breakfast on her 101st birthday. Said she: "I missed my regular morning onion...