parents I noticed that my father had his
customary cardboard box along, containing his dinner. In honor of the
occasion however, someone had tied a red ribbon around it and it looked
more like a gift than a substitute for his hostess's
"You always like the Davis's food," I said, "so why do you
bring your own?"
"Safer," he replied, and Aunt Sophy made some comment
about his being on a boiled rice diet.
Later, when I happened to go into the dining room where the
grownups were seated, I noticed the box on the sideboard, the ribbon
still tied. As for my father, he was sitting with a large
helping of lobster salad in front of him and eating it with
The wedding took place on the Davis's lawn, which was on a bluff
overlooking Pleasant Bay with steep banks going down to the
beach. All the local people attended the gala affair, one of
the more imposing being the Honorable John Kendrick, South Orleans'
postmaster and storekeeper, and a former representative to the
Massachusetts House. He was a nervous man and could never stand still;
even during the important parts of the ceremony he kept taking
steps in this direction or that. Suddenly he took one
step too many in reverse and fell head over heels down the embankment to
the beach. He managed to dust himself off and climb back up for the
remainder of the ceremony.
Two or three days later he delivered groceries at our house.
The bluff we lived on was surrounded by cranberry bogs which
you crossed on earth dams, or dikes. Mr. Kendrick, while driving across
a dike, misjudged his nearness to the edge and ran off into the
cranberry bog. As he stood there scratching his head and