text_original: "My mother died," said Mrs. Fairchild, "many years ago, when I was a very little child  so little that I remember nothing more of her than being taken to kiss her when she lay sick in bed. Soon afterwards I can recollect seeing her funeral procession go out of the garden gate as I stood in the nursery window; and I also remember some days afterwards being taken to strew flowers upon her grave in the village churchyard.
text_transcription: MY MOTHER DIED SAID MISSUS FAIR CHILD MANY YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS A VERY LITTLE CHILD SO LITTLE THAT I REMEMBER NOTHING MORE OF HER THAN BEING TAKEN TO KISS HER WHEN SHE LAY SICK IN BED SOON AFTERWARDS I CAN RECOLLECT SEEING HER FUNERAL PROCESSION GO OUT OF THE GARDEN GATE AS I STOOD IN THE NURSERY WINDOW AND I ALSO REMEMBER SOME DAYS AFTERWARDS BEING TAKEN TO STROW FLOWERS UPON HER GRAVE IN THE VILLAGE CHURCHYARD
phonemes: "maɪ mˈʌðɚ dˈaɪd," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. fˈɛɹtʃaɪld, "mˈɛni jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, wˌɛn aɪ wʌzɐ vˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl tʃˈaɪld sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl ðæt aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ʌv hɜː ðɐn bˌiːɪŋ tˈeɪkən tə kˈɪs hɜː wɛn ʃiː lˈeɪ sˈɪk ɪn bˈɛd. sˈuːn ˈæftɚwɚdz aɪ kæn ɹˈɛkəlˌɛkt sˈiːɪŋ hɜː fjˈuːnɚɹəl pɹəsˈɛʃən ɡˌoʊ ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡˈeɪt æz aɪ stˈʊd ɪnðə nˈɜːsɚɹi wˈɪndoʊ; ænd aɪ ˈɔːlsoʊ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ sˌʌm dˈeɪz ˈæftɚwɚdz bˌiːɪŋ tˈeɪkən tə stɹˈuː flˈaʊɚz əpˌɑːn hɜː ɡɹˈeɪv ɪnðə vˈɪlɪdʒ tʃˈɜːtʃjɑːɹd.