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in pubs or hotels very common & quite beyond being a "mill girl." I had what was called "a voice," but too shy to use it outside of school or church. I would imagine myself to be a great singer one day or would long to dance like a fairy — what dreams  My mother would say I spent my life dreaming & I read too much  Girls of my class had to go into "Service" what a hated word. I think that's when I learned to hate the rich & powerful not so much for being so but because most of them used it to enslave the poor. I would walk to the colliery to meet my father & to watch the men come up in the cages & to see my kind gentle father black & scratched & so weary. He would greet me with a smile &  Oh! lass thou shouldn't be here  How I loved him, dirt & all. I didn't understand then about his gambling & drinking. I never saw him nasty in drink, he never never spoke to us or my mother harshly & loved us all. He had a great rapport with his sons & adored "his girls" to him we were all clever & lovely. Aunts Eliza & Laura you never knew. Liza was a Salvationist & always