managed to grab hold of the
tail and crawl in again. My earliest recollection of him was a rather
embarrassing episode that took place in Cataumet about 1913. Uncle
Andrew's house there was temporarily unoccupied and Aunt Esther, who
lived next door, suggested to my mother that she bring the children down
and park at Uncle Andrew's for a week. So the
automobile, loaded with food, children, and a cook, arrived at Cataumet
late one July afternoon. Aunt Esther helped us
settle, then returned to her own
house about thirty-five yards away. Soon after going
to bed I heard voices downstairs — my mother apologizing profusely to
someone who kept answering her with, "Don't
worry about it — I'm so glad you're here." Peeping down over
the railing I saw Gardiner who had just arrived with a number
of friends for the weekend.
Posey married Harold Willis and they built half way up
Uncle Andrew's driveway where their son Andy lives today.
Once while visiting Uncle Gus in Cataumet there was great excitement.
Posey had walked in her sleep during the night and had
pulled a water pitcher off the washstand mistaking its
handle for the handle of a door. She came to a cold awakening when the
water splashed over her. The next morning she re-enacted the whole
episode using an empty pitcher. This all made quite an impression on me
because sleepwalking was something I had never heard of before.
Hannah, the youngest daughter, was six years my elder. She
was a nurse in the first world war and died in 1918. She was devoted to
Uncle Gus — she called him 'Gup' or 'Guppy' —
and kept flattering him by asking questions and appearing
amazed at his knowledgeable answers. I saw her last on a mem-