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Oldham married Eliza Walch Harcourt on 5/3/ Together they had two children, a son Charles Edward, and a daughter Winifred Harcourt Hooker. Oldham.

Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this old lady, Mrs. Thompson, from down the road. She’s got a bag full of biscuits. “I brought you lads some treats!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I gotta cut hair and eat biscuits?” But who can say no to free biscuits? Not me!

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