going and friendly and with
very fashionable clothes, but the thing that impressed me most about her
was that she smoked cigarettes — unusual in an era when very few women
smoked; but Cousin May was ahead of her time in many ways. Her daughter
Rosanna was my favorite cousin and the only one that I allowed to kiss
me in public.
Uncle Andrew, the youngest of my Fiske great uncles and aunts, lived in
Boston in the winter, in Weston during the spring and fall, and summered
in Cataumet. His house on Concord Road stood well back from the street
and his driveway started off with a series of sharp curves which were
necessary in order to avoid crossing the family baseball field. The
Harold Willis, Jr. house today occupies the site of the original
building. Uncle Andrew, in his later years, took annual trips to Europe, princi- pally for relaxation and the boat ride, but he rarely stayed more
than a night or two before starting home again. One summer he took his
grandson Eben Fiske with him, and my father, learning of this, persuaded
him to stay in England longer than usual so that Eben could see
something more than the waterfront. Uncle Andrew finally agreed that it
might be a good idea and they travelled around for a week.
Uncle Andrew loved to play bridge but he lacked card sense and often
lost a few dollars of an evening which grieved him very much. On one
such occasion, when he was bemoaning his losses, my father turned on him
suddenly and remarked, "You know, if you'd only buy your clothes in this
country instead of Europe you could afford to lose."