This is a blog about the Bronte Sisters, Charlotte, Emily and Anne. And their father Patrick, their mother Maria and their brother Branwell. About their pets, their friends, the parsonage (their house), Haworth the town in which they lived, the moors they loved so much, the Victorian era in which they lived.
Aunt Branwell dreaded the cold damp arising from the flag floors in the Parsonage. She always went about the house in pattens, clicking up and down the stairs, from her dread of catching cold. Now she was gone we missed the sound...
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