My grandmother was a widow as long as I can remember. She was a tiny little woman and wore big sabots and a big scoop. I like my little grandmother. She went to Chapel regular, but you would never have thought she was religious: she would do anything for anybody, it didn't matter who they was. She was dying of cancer and when I went along to see how she was, she would reach up and pick me a fig off the fig-tree because she knew I liked figs, although it hurt her to do it. I especially liked to go the day she was making bread. I would help her to cut the furze, and watch her set fire to it in the oven in the wall. She always put a small loaf on a hot stone only for me; so I could have one all to myself.The Book of Ebenezer Le Page, G. B. Edwards
sabot: a shoe made of a single block of wood hollowed out, worn esp. by farmers and workers in the Netherlands, France, Belgium, etc.
scoop: sunbonnet
furze, also gorse: Any of several spiny shrubs of the genus Ulex, especially U. europaeus, native to Europe and having fragrant yellow flowers and black pods. Also called whin.
