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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Shown by Diana - a real estate agent in the metro west area



We got around in a sleigh or pung. All the roads had good snow cover, even the Main Road, now the Boston Post Road.
   Then came spring with its slush and mud, and we discarded runners for wheels and lurched along our rough course to the  village or wherever else we happened to be going. As soon as the roads became dry enough the town's horse-drawn scraper would fill in the ruts, and when, a day or so later, the steam roller came puffing up the street to pack down the scraped gravel, it was a good indication that spring had really come and that summer   would soon be on its way.
   In summer we were visited by peddlers and hurdy-gurdies, and also gypsies who camped a mile and a half up the street. They peddled baskets and read palms and I was always a little afraid    of them. Once a week Foppiano's fruit wagon came past our driveway. You always knew when he was coming because you could hear him calling out his wares from a long way off, and as   his decrepit old horse, all skin and bones, shuffled along very slowly, there was ample warning of his approach. He would stop  at the end of our driveway while we bought peanuts and any      fruit the cook happened to need. Russell's butcher cart, a wagon with an arched white canvas top, came all the way from Wayland once or twice a week, and as the horse stood patiently, swishing away the flies with its tail, the butcher would lower the rear     panel, select a cut of meat, weigh it and trim it and throw the  scraps aside for our dogs. Mr. Russell had excellent meat, and  after my father's altercation with the Waltham market we traded with him almost exclusively. Looking very much like Russell's     cart was Mr. Heard's fishwagon that came by every Thursday.
   Then there were Mr. Foote's ice carts, painted a bright yellow,