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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got stuck in our front yard and needed something under the   wheels for traction. "Here," said my mother coming forth with      the ulster, "take this old thing. You can't do it any harm."
   The automobile got extricated but the spinning wheels tore       the faithful garment to shreds and when my father heard what     had happened you would think that he had lost his best friend      — which indeed he had.
   The Merriams once gave a dinner party where poems were written about all the guests. One of them follows:

Here comes Dickson, pale and thin —
See the whiskers on his chin.
Always dressed as neat as a pin —
Gee what an expense ! It's really a sin.

   The whiskers referred to the beard he grew to keep his face warm during the winter months. On "straw hat day" he shaved        it off again and his face remained bald until the first heavy frost   next autumn.
   Bearded — especially in the early stages of growth — he    looked much older than his age — in fact, he looked older than   my grandfather who was always well-dressed and neatly groomed, and a stranger might think twice before deciding which was the father and which the son.
   One October day, while driving past our farm in Sudbury, my grandfather noticed a man shaking an apple tree and picking up   the apples as they fell to the ground. It turned out that my        father had given him permission to gather windfalls, and he was merely trying to increase the supply; but as my grandfather knew nothing about the arrangement, he called, "Who told you you   could have those apples ?"