The Flower-Patch Among the Hills

by Flora Klickmann

Overview

Step back in time with "The Flower-Patch Among the Hills," a captivating glimpse into English social life and customs in the early 20th century. Authored by Flora Klickmann, this book offers an intimate portrait of a bygone era, revealing the simple joys and everyday experiences of women in England.

More than a historical account, this volume is a testament to the enduring spirit of its subjects. Klickmann's work provides inspirational insights into the lives of women, their resilience, and the beauty they cultivated amidst the rolling hills of England.

Carefully prepared for print republication, "The Flower-Patch Among the Hills" promises an immersive reading experience. Discover a world where community thrived, and where the simplest moments were filled with profound meaning. A celebration of faith, hope, and the unwavering strength of the human spirit.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:	9789356015050
Publisher:	Alpha Edition
Publication date:	03/26/2021
Pages:	176
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.41(d)

About the Author

Emily Flora Klickmann was an English journalist, author, and editor. She was the second editor of the Girl's Own Paper, but she is best known for her Flower-Patch books of tales, autobiography, and natural descriptions. Flora Klickmann was born on January 26, 1867, in Brixton, London, the sixth child of German-born Rudolf Klickmann and his wife, Fanny Warne. Flora's family relocated to Sydenham, south London, when she was a teenager. She wanted to be a concert pianist and studied at Trinity College of Music and the Royal College of Organists. However, she was diagnosed with arrhythmia and ordered to rest. At the age of 21, she began writing about music for Sylvia's Home Journal and other women's magazines, and by 1895, she was submitting stories and interviews with musicians to The Windsor Magazine, one of the most well-known fiction periodicals of the time. Her mother died in 1903, while they lived on Ondine Road in East Dulwich, and her Prussian-born father, Rudolph Klickmann, remarried in 1908 and moved to Battersea with his new wife, a Russian emigre. Flora lived in the property in Dulwich till she married.

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Just a Little Piece of Griskin I Was reminded of the funeral when I arrived at the valley station one spring morning, by the feet that it was " the remains " who opened the carriage door for me and helped us out with our things. He was home for a few days' leave, looking very smart and upright in his uniform; and he saluted (even though he permitted himself to smile) when I gave him a half-crown, telling him to buy himself a wreath. The white-painted garden gate had been placed wide open by way of welcome. We had left behind us, in town, weather that called itself the end of March, but in reality ought to have been January; we arrived at the little cottage to find that the calendar had taken a leap forward, for here it was like the end of April. On the grey stone walls beside the gate clumps of wallflowers were in bloom masses of pale primrose flowers mixed with those of a rich rose- purple variety; only these two sorts had been planted in the chinks of this particular wall. 1 am sure the dear things nodded at us as we entered. among the Hills All over the garden were more wallflowers bursting by the thousand into bloom. Some beds were a mixture of clear bright yellow flowers, combined with the sort that are a deep mahogany, looking as though they were made of velvet; other beds had a pretty rose-pink variety; while on the top of more walls, and in corners and patches about the garden, were the old-fashioned " streaky" kinds, all aglow with brown and yellow. The long bed in front of the porch, given over to cowslips, oxlips, polyanthus, auriculas, and suchlike homely flowers, was very gay. The polyanthus were a delightful medley of claret colour, pink, brown, crimson, orange,yellow, most of them looking as though the edges of the petals had been buttonholed aro...