On 2 April 1836, after a one-year engagement, and between episodes two and three of The Pickwick Papers , Dickens married Catherine Thomson Hogarth (1816–1879), the daughter of George Hogarth, editor of the Evening Chronicle .  They were married in St. Luke's Church,  Chelsea , London. After a brief honeymoon in Chalk in Kent the couple returned to lodgings at Furnival's Inn .  The first of their ten children , Charley, was born in January 1837, and a few months later the family set up home in Bloomsbury at 48 Doughty Street, London, (on which Charles had a three-year lease at £80 a year) from 25 March 1837 until December 1839.   Dickens's younger brother Frederick and Catherine's 17-year-old sister Mary, moved in with them. Dickens became very attached to Mary, and she died in his arms after a brief illness in 1837. Unusually for Dickens, as a consequence of his shock, he stopped working, and he and Kate stayed at a little farm on Hampstead Heath for a fortnight. Dickens idealised Mary- the character he fashioned after her, Rose Maylie , he found he could not now kill, as he had planned, in his fiction  and according to Ackroyd he drew on memories of her for his later descriptions of Little Nell and Florence Dombey.  His grief was so great that he was unable to meet the deadline for the June instalment of Pickwick Papers and had to cancel the Oliver Twist instalment that month as well.  The time in Hampstead was the occasion for a growing bond between Dickens and John Forster to develop and Forster soon became his unofficial business manager, and the first to read his work. 
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Here’s an additional list of houses, all mysteriously selling for $, all “sold” on 12-25-09:
37 houses on Charter Ridge Rd.
20 houses on Canterbury.
46 houses on Osborne Hill Rd.
21 houses on Russett Rd.
15 houses on Rockywood Dr.
90 houses on Lakeview Terrace.
12 houses on Abbotts Hill Rd.
14 houses on Adams Hill Lane
29 houses on Alberts Hill Rd.
I originally started looking on Yogananda St and then looking at a map of Newtown, going street by street in an ever widening search pattern. But then I decided to go alphabetically until I was satisfied that the Obama regime must have decided to simply pay off EVERY single house, in a Deep Blue State, and how many of those people would have ever complained for this “Christmas present”? That’s right, none of them.
Here’s the link if you want to look up a house for yourself, simply press “Enter The database” and pick a street:
I have a finished bottle of Poison which I keep. I just couldn't throw it away. It reminds me of a particular time in my past, and a person. It's been nearly 6 years now and smelling Poison is still an AGONY for me. I have fooled myself, tried to make peace with it, even finally finished the bottle not too long ago, but the pain is still there, there and there...
I think I will treat Poison from now on as a non-existing entity, at least it musn't exist for me. I will ritually bury the bottle or will throw it into the sea (I like the second idea better...) I will totally forget about this, I will be healed, and when I am like 80 years old talking to my grandchildren about perfumes, if the subject Poison opens up I will tell them:
Before I married your grandfather, I loved someone but he DIED. He loved it.