1. The Fiske Family
2. The Bennetts
3. The Dicksons
4. The Abbey
5. Landmarks and Personalities
6. The Great Road
7. The South Side
8. Merriams and Fields
9. Sold to Riley
10. Early Automobiles
11. The Dump
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in my bedroom at The Dump. Anyone, I told her, could look in  and see me while I was dressing or undressing.
   "Why would anyone want to look in the window at you?"     Nellie snapped. "Just what do you think you've got that's so unusual?"
   Nothing ever fazed her. If five or ten extra people suddenly showed up for a meal she would not be upset, and as this situa- tion occurred frequently, she kept a reserve supply of food on hand. Most remarkable, perhaps, was the way she managed at   our place in Townshend, Vermont where a group  of family and friends often gathered for weekends in the spring and fall; she      not only cooked for eighteen or twenty people but did house-  work and dishes besides, and all under quite primitive condi-   tions. She flatly refused any assistance — to bring another helper   in would have been an insult — and she managed to serve a hot meal even when we'd been off on an expedition and arrived back  at the house two or three hours late.

   When the United States entered World War I the government built an airplane base across the bay from The Dump, and planes flew past our house to patrol the coast. One Sunday afternoon, returning from a fishing trip, we could hear explosions above the roar of the Evinrude. Soon we noticed an unusual number of   planes flying into the base and flying out again almost imme-  diately. As they flew down the bay we could see splashes in the water from machine gun bullets. The mysterious explosions persisted and we realized that something out of the ordinary       was happening. Apparently the patrol planes had been unarmed, and now that they suddenly needed weapons they had to go