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steamer for Europe and began
searching her purse frantically for
her ticket which had somehow disappeared. She was practi-cally in
hysterics over the loss when an unidentified gentleman
who was seeing some friends off, learned of her predicament
and bought her a new ticket. Later it was discovered that the
kind gentleman was Charles H. Fiske Esq. of Weston.
Thanksgiving dinners at Uncle Charlie's have left a vivid
im-pression on my memory — the whole family, young and old, having
their annual get-together and, according to my father, the house bulging
with argumentative relatives. The young ate their dinner in a room
across the hall from the grownups but we
made so much noise ourselves we never heard these arguments.
Although a very astute man in business, Uncle Charlie showed
a gullible side when his dog Peter disappeared one day. He searched high
and low for him and finally, as a last resort, consulted a
clairvoyant who went into a trance and saw Peter in the lap of a
rich lady driving through a park in Washington, D.C. She described the
exact location and Uncle Charlie took a train to
Washington and waited a long time for Peter to show up, but
he never did.
For many years Uncle Charlie had a cook, Mary McDonald, with a
tremendous mouth — so large that she boasted she could open it wide
enough to get a billiard ball inside. One day my
father and a number of his cousins attempted to call her bluff
and handed her a billiard ball. She got it in without any trouble,
but it took a doctor to get it out.
Cousin Charlie, Uncle Charlie's only son, occupied the old
house that Uncle Charlie had moved next to his own. His wife, Cousin
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