📍Brontë Parsonage Museum, Church Street, Haworth, Keighley BD22 8DR, UK
1820 – 1848“Papa was made curate of Haworth in 1820, when I was two, and we moved into the grey stone parsonage at the top of the steep village street, with the churchyard on one side and the moors on the other. Within a few years our mother and our two eldest sisters were gone, and what was left was four children, a father who let us read anything, and Tabby, our Yorkshire servant, who filled the kitchen with tales of fairies and the old days on the moor. We made our own worlds: Charlotte and Branwell's Glass Town and Angria, and Anne's and mine, the kingdom of Gondal, written in tiny books small enough for toy soldiers. The moors began just beyond the garden wall, and I walked them in every weather, often with my great dog Keeper at my side. Whenever I was sent away to school or work I grew ill with longing and came home. Wuthering Heights is made of that wind, heather and stone. Every evening my sisters and I walked round the dining table reading our work aloud. The parsonage is now the Brontë Parsonage Museum.”
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