Robert and Susannah typically spent evenings in separate chairs on either side of the fireplace—Robert usually with a book, the Bible more often than not, tipped so that he could read by the firelight, Susannah in her own chair, the day’s knitting and darning in the basket beside her. The comfortable smells of a home permeated every corner, from the slightly musty hay of the thatch above to the smoke-tinged earth from the cob. There was usually small talk, the . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff