We had book club tonight; we read a book by Anne Bronte this month - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. I loved it!! I'm not as familiar with Anne's works as her sisters' works, but I really enjoyed it; I may even have to read Agnes Grey now.
I was so mad at myself; I forgot to bring pictures of the Bronte parsonage with me to book club - I visited there when I did study abroad to London in 1997, and I wanted them to see where Anne and her sisters grew up. I told the girls in my group that I would scan the pictures in and send them to them. I thought maybe I'd put them on here and then just send them this link.
I bought a postcard while I was there that showed the sisters' pseudonym signatures. They published under men's names: Charlotte was Currer, Emily was Ellis, and Anne was Acton:
Anyways, then you can take this long walk along this path through the moors, which really are pretty bleak. They're windy and cold. Which again gives you more of an idea of where these girls got their kind of dark/bleak sensibilities in their writing:
"So you think you had it bad?? We had no insulation in our 1945-era house! When we heated it, it did very little to warm the house up. Food from my pantry felt like it was being refrigerated! My butter on my butter plate on the counter would never soften in the winter!"
"Um, I died of tuberculosis at the age of 29."
Yeah, they win in the "bleak" department.
The moors really aren't ugly. It's just that they're wild and ungroomed, which is different for England. This is the view of the outskirts of Haworth when you walk along that path - see all the manicured fields, all with little neat stone fences separating them?
Again, I really don't know what we were doing in that picture. But I think it's funny.
At the end of the path, you get to this little bridge, called Bronte Bridge:
Study Abroad in England is, like, in my top five best experiences of my life. I got to see all of these authors' houses - Dickens (even though I don't like him), Fleming (I am a James Bond-aholic, after all), Austen, Wordsworth, Doyle, Keats...it was like a dream come true. Plus see all the other great stuff there is to see in England.
It was fun to look through these old pictures.