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[hug-kiss-marry-kill]

What should we do with Grace Bailey (Wind at My Back)?

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Voting ended onFeb 7, 2025

[queenbeyondthewalll]

I admit that when I was in my teens I had little respect for my father (...) I considered him a reactionary politically and a rigid man morally. I thought that he and he generation had let us down, got us into the horrible mess of the depression through neglect, stupidity, wrong values and unwillingness to change. I considered his thinking and ideas irrelevant to the "world of today."

Max Braithwaite, The Night We Stole The Mountie's Car; A Lucky Young Man

[whereissassy]

"The Man to Hire"

"He was an Englishman, and that meant he’d had a rough time on the prairies since his arrival there as a young man, forty years before. For just about the favourite sport of prairie dwellers in the Twenties—and maybe still, for all I know—was Englishman-baiting. They were fair game because they talked funny. They dropped their “h’s” or added them onto words where they didn’t belong, so that they were usually greeted by some local comedian with “Ello ‘Arry, ‘ave you ‘eard of the ‘orrible things that are ‘appening?” After which, everybody would burst into loud guffaws and slap their knees, while the Englishman would grin good-naturedly, and wonder why that was so funny.

They also had a peculiar way with “a’s”, and another good laugh was “I hawf to lawf to see the cawf go down the pawth to tyke a bawth on Sunday awfternoon.”

 I have never been in a small town or on a prairie farm where there wasn’t at least one wag who could imitate the resident Englishman to perfection."

Max Braithwaite, Never Sleep Three in a Bed