Audrey Ellis

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StoryMeeting the Duke of Bedford Audrey Ellis011 years 1 month ago
StoryHow it all began Audrey Ellis011 years 1 month ago
CollectionBraille Books And Typewriters Audrey Ellis011 years 1 month ago
StoryAt the age of ten I sold newspapers. Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy it all began Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
CollectionTogether We Got There. Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryBut it's just a fantasy Audrey Ellis111 years 2 months ago
StoryMy uncle was Head Gardener for Benjamin Disraeli Audrey Ellis111 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis111 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis211 years 2 months ago
StoryThe next man who walked through our door Audrey Ellis511 years 2 months ago
StoryThe next man who walked through our door Audrey Ellis111 years 2 months ago
StoryLife Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
CollectionLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis011 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis311 years 2 months ago
StoryThose earlier years. Audrey Ellis111 years 2 months ago
StorySo much can go pearshape when we write. Audrey Ellis411 years 2 months ago
StoryLives less Ordinary Audrey Ellis211 years 2 months ago

My stories

My uncle was Head Gardener for Benjamin Disraeli

Roma Pearce, 1918 Father Conrad Rene, mother Edith Lydia, both of High Wycombe. Father worked as a foreman for a furniture maker whilst mother worked...
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Lives less Ordinary

All suddenly the wind comes soft As spring appears through open door And blossom sways on gentle breeze And hearts soften as before. My heart in...

Lives less Ordinary

And then she suddenly the day when she had taken her young children to the hospital. But when they reached the ward the Sister asked them to wait,...

Lives less Ordinary

And then she suddenly the day when she had taken her young children to the hospital. But when they reached the ward the Sister asked them to wait,...

Lives less Ordinary

How my mum felt-her own story. Pamela Field felt little emotion as she stood at the bus stop on that cold,dismal February morning. Appearances could...

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