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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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Series, Lena Rivers, The Call of the Wild, On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine, All of Charles Dickens works, The Five Little Peppers, Little Women were pursued without great discrimination or partiality. They were not all equally interesting, however, but a book like the Five Little Peppers was read and reread. When supposedly making beds, I was sometimes able to snatch a few moments for a chapter or two. At night fall too when it became too dusky to read I would squeeze the last pages until the very end. It seems quite remarkable that my eyesight was uninjured because I must have stolen many such forbidden moments when it was unnoticed that I was missing and was off somewhere by myself, reading - the lord knows what! An artist - you know - must be ever alert and receptive to all forms of stimuli and even to several different kinds at one time. Therefore, perhaps through constant practice - much of it unconscious - my ability to do several things and carry them logically foreward all at one time. In our family it was customary when the time came, that each girl receive instruction in piano. Unfortunately this accomplishment was not one of my aptitudes. Lessons were begun, it is true, but my fingers usually so
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Series, Lena Rivers, The Call of the Wild, On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine, All of Charles Dickens works, The Five Little Peppers, Little Women were pursued without great discrimination or partiality. They were not all equally interesting, however, but a book like the Five Little Peppers was read and reread. When supposedly making beds, I was sometimes able to snatch a few moments for a chapter or two. At night fall too when it became too dusky to read I would squeeze the last pages until the very end. It seems quite remarkable that my eyesight was uninjured because I must have stolen many such forbidden moments when it was unnoticed that I was missing and was off somewhere by myself, reading - the lord knows what! An artist - you know - must be ever alert and receptive to all forms of stimuli and even to several different kinds at one time. Therefore, perhaps through constant practice - much of it unconscious - my ability to do several things and carry them logically foreward all at one time. In our family it was customary when the time came, that each girl receive instruction in piano. Unfortunately this accomplishment was not one of my aptitudes. Lessons were begun, it is true, but my fingers usually so
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