Inside a Victorian home. Note the larder on the right. Food was kept surprisingly cool therein. 
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The turning of leaves implies change; seasons change as summer's green glory gives way to autumn's crisp crimson and golden hues. The leaves of a book tell of adventures and trails conquered. And, as one chapter ends, another opens - beautiful, clean, new - blank to be written upon. For me, that is now. I am Turning Leaves.
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- My English Home
- My "landlady" Cathy is on the right, pictured wi...
- A couple more snapshots of the home.
- My bedroom. I love it. It has everything I ne...
- This is Cathy's back garden. A home with such a...
- Bonding With My Ancestors
- Inside a Victorian home. Note the larder on the ...
- Friends of the Museum created a Victorian Garden...
- Caught sitting on the labourer's "long drop!"
- London
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