  Having lived in this parish all my life I have been repeatedly asked by my friends to write a short account of my early recollections of Tottenham. I feel a little diffident at doing so, and this being my first attempt at committing my recollections to paper I trust my readers will pardon any mistakes and omissions, and that it will be as interesting to some of them to read as it has been to me to write. My father was born at Palmers Green in 1798; my mother was born in this parish in the year 1800. They were married at All Hallows Church in 1825, and continued to reside in Tottenham; my father died in the year 1866, and my mother at the ripe old age of 94, in the year 1894. I can now see in my mind’s eye the dear old village as it was in my childhood, surrounded by meadows, cornfields, and pretty country lanes and a great number of stately elm and other trees. It hardly seems possible that the population was then so small that all the inhabitants were known to one another, and the appearance of strangers was at once a matter of speculation as to who they were. HARRIET COUCHMAN, WIDOW OF |
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