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THE DICKSONS

 

   "It's not eyewater," I told him naively. "It's brandy."                       "Oooh," he said. "Better keep that a secret or everyone on          the train will be having sore eyes."
   My father suffered, or so he said, a chronic stomach disorder  and he was forever trying new cures, the most successful of    which was Agar powder — something made from seaweed — and he kept it in a large glass jar on the dining room mantelpiece       and took a dose before each meal. Besides, he had to watch his diet closely. He could eat nothing that had been cooked in     butter, and had his own butterless vegetables prepared separately and clustered around his place in little dishes. Whenever he went out to dinner, he took some food along in a cardboard box in    case what his hostess served might disagree with him. Every day  he ate at a lunch club in Boston renowned for its excellent cook-ing, but he only ate cold corned beef and boiled rice which the waiters always had ready for him when he arrived. As for ice  cream and candy, he could eat prodigious quantities and never    bat an eye; all of which makes one wonder if perhaps his dietary habits were influenced more by desire than necessity.
   At breakfast, before pouring his coffee, he would spoon sugar into the cup to the halfway mark; the result, a saturated solution. There was always about an inch of coffee sugar, as we called it,  left in the cup when he had finished breakfast and it had a deli- cious flavor. For years he had fried parsnips along with the coffee, which hardly seems right for a delicate constitution, and this in addition to his customary fried potatoes and scrambled eggs.
   And speaking of scrambled eggs, when our house in South Orleans was nearing completion he spent a night there with     Eddie Green, our chauffeur, and Uncle Sidney Hayward.

 

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