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    <title>GreacenStanford255</title>
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    <collections>Letters to Stanford</collections>
    <contributor>Greacen Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1975 Jul 12th</coverage>
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    <date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>GreacenStanford255</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Letter</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Portsmouth</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿3
4th. It is quite a large house with typical Portsmouth
bow windows and the garden backs on to the old ramparts
of Portsea Island, looking towards Cosham and the cliffs
of Portsdown Hill.
Everyday the boys and I will cross the city to Southsea
where I am the new Head of English at St.Johns College.
It is a splendid job all to do with literature and on
the staff of the English department are Mrs Jean Evans,
Mrs Daphne Plumstead, Miss Elizabeth Amphlett and a
Mr. Hamilton. I went to a farewell dinner last night
for my predecessor, a deeply emotional and kindly Welshman
Ralph Lewis. He and his
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