He was the oldest of six children born to Mary Swift and Jonas Priestley, a finisher of cloth. To ease his mother's burdens, Priestley was sent to live with his grandfather around the age of one. He returned home, five years later, after his mother died.
I love cows because they produce milk. Yes, it is true: I am obsessed with a beverage. But I certainly have my reasons.
I maintain one of the busiest lifestyles of anyone I have ever met. I thrive under pressure, with adrenaline flowing, and under these circumstances, I am able to structure time so that everything happens in an orderly and convenient manner.
Even though my life is moving so quickly and changing so drastically as I grow older, a few minutes for a nice glass of milk every day are all I need to be rejuvenated.
I make sure that I maintain a healthy lifestyle, no matter how hectic life may seem. I can track my entire life through milk. My liquid love has been with me since Day One.
Of course I do not remember this, but I began my life by drinking milk from my mother as an infant, growing progressively stronger each day with her milk as my only means of survival.
As a toddler, I remember that my best friend, Bart, absolutely hated milk -- the smell, the taste, and even the thought of it. One morning, however, even though Bart and I were both supposed to hate milk, I woke up and eagerly drank the fabulous fluid from my sippy cup because it was what I wanted to do.
Through my years in elementary school, I stuck to a daily lunchtime routine that included a carton of milk, naturally.
I vividly recall sipping milk through little white straws in the spaces between my teeth after a visit from the Tooth Fairy. Those lunches were followed by the liveliest of recesses. Between recess, dance, soccer, and softball, I never did suffer a broken bone, which only further supports my claim that milk has actually helped me avoid disaster in life.
I consider it imperative that I am able to tap into the child within me as I make my way down the road to adulthood.
I am not an all-out milk fan, I will admit. I prefer one-percent white milk over skim or whole. Sure, I like my milk in one specific way in all its pristine glory. In every other aspect of my life, I am a completely creative person, from my ideas in class, to my paper writing, to my performances on stage, to the games I create impromptu with the children I babysit.Highlights from our Vintage Collection Inventory and Ordering Information.
Below is a small selection of the vintage books for sale by Omnivore Books on Food. BIOGRAPHY. Alexander Calder was born in , the second child of artist parents—his father was a sculptor and his mother a painter.
Because his father, Alexander Stirling Calder, received public commissions, the family traversed the country throughout Calder's childhood. Robert Schofield, Priestley's major modern biographer, describes his first "call" in to the Dissenting parish in Needham Market, Suffolk, as a "mistake" for both Priestley and the congregation.
Priestley yearned for urban life and theological debate, whereas Needham Market was a small, rural town with a congregation wedded to tradition. 2 “An Historical, Scientific and Practical Essay on Milk as an Article of Human Sustenance, with a Consideration upon the Present Unnatural Methods of Producing It for the Supply of Large Cities ”, Robert Hartley.
An historical, scientific, and practical essay on milk as an article of human sustenance; with a consideration of the effects consequent upon the present unnatural methods of producing it for the supply of large cities.
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