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Christliche Erziehung

My name is Violet P. Snicket. Quite a few many years ago, I grew up a Baudelaire. That seems a lifetime ago.

My husband, Lemony, may have told the story of my childhood to you. I admit he is a great story teller. He added a lot of details that are certainly interesting and entertaining but I assure you they were a complete fantasy compared to what I told him about my childhood adventures.

So it was that my parents death was a turning point in my life that I wont dwell on. Suffice to say, they perished in a blaze burning down our mansion, while we kids were out swimming at a neighbors. We lost everything in the fire, our family and everything we owned. But our parents had provided for us and we found that we had a sizeable trust fund, grown by rather large insurance policies our parents had taken out to provide for us should something terrible happen.

And so we had a trust fund. The attorney, Mr. Poe, would be responsible to turn over the monthly stipend, a mere fraction of the interest earned each month, to one of our relatives to manage until we each became 21, in return for caring for us. Until that time, the portions set aside for us, will bear interest to be spent on our care and upbringing with the remainder being reinvested for when we reach our majority. A great deal of money was at stake here, but as I told you, most of my family lived by modest means and we were under the impression that material gain was not its own reward.

So it went that we were taken ...

... to New York, to meet Mr. Poe, a fat, balding banker who cast an appearance not unlike a cherubic little pig. Mr. Poe was the family attorney in all things and explained what would become of us.

He explained we would be taken to Uncle Montgomerys and Aunt Kathys farm. Uncle Montgomery was the eldest surviving brother, his selection was also perhaps due to the fact that he was married and stable, and willing.

He and Aunt Kathy had agreed to raise us as if we were their own. A great deal of our family live in Utah, and Uncle Monty as he preferred to be known was a Mormon and a Deacon of the Latter Day Church of Christ, which we did not realize at the time was a large, but strange, sect of the Mormon faith.

When we arrived at the farm, Uncle Monty and his wife, Kathy, were waiting for us. They had broad smiles for Mr. Poe, who came along with us. We had no baggage, for everything we had had all been consumed in the fire.

My Uncle was a very approachable man who grinned broadly and spoke in a soft country accent and made us feel very welcome. After Mr. Poe had concluded his business with them and had left, we were shown the only guest room in the tiny farmhouse. We would have to learn to share.

In there, you will find nightgowns, and overalls for in the morning, I suggest you be ready to get up at the crack of dawn in the morning. His wife. Kathy, smiled as she shut the door and quoted from the book of Mormon For he gave commandment that all men must repent; for he ...