THE FISKE FAMILY

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."

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