Aunt Polly | I Was a Child But I Saw the Hatred

My Aunt Polly live directly opposite to my grandparents house. The title, Aunt, was honorific, such aunts, where at that time, customary. I loved going to her house particularly because see cooked in a large, old fashioned, black leaded, grate, wonderful beef stews with baked potatoes. The interior of the hose, even by that standards of the time, very old fashioned. It was lit by gas, the gas mantles emitting a continuous gentle hiss. Her nephew Percy lived with her. Then, a young women appeared.