Her father, James Upton, was the Upton mentioned by Hawthorne in the famous introduction to the Scarlet Letter as one of those who came into the old custom house to do business with him as the surveyor of the port.

Her eyes became bright as she talked about her father and mother, aunts and uncles, cousins.

Her mother and father, for instance.

Her father was the chieftain of the barony of Murrisk.

Her father wrote of it, " I see nothing in the way of a good appreciation of Louisa's merits as a woman and a writer.

Her father ’ s marriage to Julia was his third marriage.

Her father was a man of consular rank ; her grandfather's name was Catulus.

Her father had no private income and the parsonage would revert to the church on his death.

Her first marriage, at the age of fifteen, was to the son of her father's rival in Italy, Lothair II, the nominal King of Italy ; the union was part of a political settlement designed to conclude a peace between her father and Hugh of Provence, the father of Lothair.

Her father, Joaquín Nin, was a Cuban pianist and composer, when he met her mother Rosa Culmell, who was a classically trained singer in Cuba of French and Danish descent.

Her father was Mírzá Muḥammad ` Alí Nahrí of Isfahan an eminent Bahá ’ í of the city and prominent aristocrat.

Her father had an engineering degree and worked with his own father ( Charles Bardot ) in the family business.

Her father was " the sort of rebel destined to transform colonial America "; as clerk of the court, he was jailed for disobeying the local magistrate in defense of middle-class shopkeepers and artisans in conflict with wealthy landowners.

Her father, Robert Lawrence Berenson, was an American career diplomat turned shipping executive ; he was of Lithuanian Jewish descent, and his family's original surname was Valvrojenski.

Her Journal reveals her growing sophistication as a critic as well as the influence of her father ’ s friend the artist Sir John Everett Millais who recognised Beatrix ’ s talent of observation.

Her father, unable to bear the grief of his loss, and feeling adrift in a foreign country, returned to his native France for 16 years, with only one visit back to Philadelphia.

" Her father did have a natural aptitude for drawing and the sisters were charmed by his whimsical sketches of animals.

Her father then sets out with Laura in a carriage for the ruined village of Karnstein.

Her grandparents were in a band that played throughout Ireland, her father was the leader of the Slieve Foy Band before opening Leo's Tavern, and her mother played in a dance band and later taught music at Pobalscoil Ghaoth Dobhair.

Her father was Emperor Shōmu, and her mother was Empress Kōmyō.

Her father is actor Richard Davalos.

Her father told her she had done well in reaching out to Douglass.

Her father played the ukulele and guitar and sang professionally in nightclubs with a group called Step ' n ' Fetchit.

Her son would return at times to see his father, who later moved to join them around 1910. Divorce followed and Julia deserted the family to live in France.

The deserted and solitary aspect of the island was brought out with a strange and startling effect by the presence of so many steamers ; and as Her Majesty's barge with the Royal Standard floated into the cave, the crew dipping their oars with the greatest precision, nothing could be more animated and grand than the appearance which the vast basaltic entrance, so solemn in its proportions, presented.

Her sympathetic agent at the welfare bureau finds her and reunites her with her ne ' er-do-well husband who deserted her decades ago.

Her crew deserted to the Parliamentarians in 1652, bringing the ship with them.

Her father, after having deserted the family, died when she was five, so her mother Anne moved with Rose and her two older brothers to New York City, where Bird and her brothers grew up in poverty.

Her father deserted her mother when she was young, and she was raised harshly by a tyrannical, abusive grandmother in England.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her hat had come off and fallen behind her shoulders, held by the string, and he could see her face more clearly than he had at any time before.

Her own body protested, aching painfully where the blood in her veins had congealed, where cold demon wisps still clung and caressed.

Her impact in the zing commercials had led to her being considered for an excellent part in an upcoming TV series, Underwater Western Eye, a documentary-type show to be sponsored by Oatnut Grits.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her long thin arms moved in a slow rhythmical gesture over the family possessions which were placed in front of her.

Her clothes, her hair, everything about her is both graceful and simple.

Her mother called her Paus'l, a Luxemburg endearment meaning `` pussycat ''.

Her parents, pious Roman Catholics, christened her Mary Anne Elizabeth Magdalene Steichen.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her mother wrote Kate of her grief at the death of Kate's baby and at Jonathan's decision to go with the South `` And, dear Kate '', she wrote, `` poor Dr. Breckenridge's son Robert is now organizing a militia company to go South, to his good father's sorrow.

Her house stood on a rise of ground, and before she got into her car she looked at the houses below.