A week ago today we took a trip to Haworth, home of the Bronte family. In a tiny stone cottage here, across a crowded cemetery from their father’s church, Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronte wrote Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. We wandered through the parsonage museum. We were treated to a slide show and a guided tour of the village. We dined on roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (on blue and white china) in a charming little tea room. Our last stop was the church that houses the Bronte chapel and vault. Anne isn’t buried here. In May of 1849 Charlotte took Anne to Scarborough out of concern for her health. On the way they visited York, where Charlotte pushed her sister about in a wheelchair. I’ve pushed a chair through the streets of York. It’s no mean feat. Anne died 162 years ago today. Her grave is near St. Mary’s Church in Scarborough, overlooking the bay.
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