Great Aunt Sarah died when I was less than two years old. Her first
husband, to whom she had been married only a short time, was killed in
the Civil War. Her second husband, the Reverend Chandler Robbins, was
many years her elder and had grown-up children, one of whom married her
brother, Uncle Charlie Fiske. The Robbinses lived in a house that was
demol- ished several years ago to make room for the Parish House in
Weston Center. They had three sons — Uncle Oney who married Aunt Manie,
my mother's sister; Uncle Toot, and Uncle Chandler, as we called them.
Aunt Sarah was very tender-hearted and always performed kindly deeds
such as putting a watering trough at the end of her driveway for thirsty
horses passing along the road — or going down to Cutting's store and
purchasing fly traps that were full of flies, taking them to the woods
and letting the flies out.
My father used to tell a story about a trip to Europe with Aunt Sarah
and one of her sons. As the steamer approached Liverpool she called the
boys aside and explained that the room steward had been very helpful to
them during the voyage and deserved a gratuity. Then she gave each of
them a dime for the purpose.
It has already been mentioned that Uncle Charlie married one of Aunt
Sarah's stepchildren. This made his sister his step mother-in-law; and
by stretching the point a little further, him- self his own step-uncle.
Uncle Charlie lived on Church Street in Weston. His house,
architecturally the finest in town, originally