Rule: Men are from 1812,Women are from 1778.
Jutting from above the door of Dwellingham's Shop of Disposable Memories, a large pendulum clock loomed above the street. The wind was picking up and passersby clutched long knitted scarves and top hats, while street urchins flitted in the gusts like newspaper scraps.
Barry entered the store and found a Dickensian, pudgy curmudgeon with his feet up on an overstuffed display counter, scowling at the obituaries, as though searching the pockets of the dead. In a corner, a boy with smudged cheeks turned away from Barry to stare at a tin type on the