What a sweet and spooky true story from travelsandtomes.wordpress.com.
I have no idea where this story starts– only Emily could tell you that, and she has been silent for years now. I can’t fill in all the details, but I can tell you when her shadow crossed over our doorstep.
It was a fine and cozy doorstep in Ripon, North Yorkshire, England, and it was our home for four fantastic years. We dove headlong into the spirit of British life and tried to pretend that we were Brits ourselves.
We fooled no one, but we had a good time. The kids attended British schools, my husband and I drove on the left side of the road (more often than not), and I learned how to make a mean steak and ale pie and sticky toffee pudding.
When we returned to the States in the summer of 2009, there was a posh lilt to my children’s speech, a cupboard full of…
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