ness Uncle George was unable to dismiss the
fair damsel from his thoughts and on his return
to Pictou he took up where he had
left off. There is no record of whether they struck a bargain then and
there or spent a while weighing pros and cons. They
did, however, get married at a later date, not in Nova Scotia but
in Lynn, Massachusetts, at a small wedding, the details of which
are not available, but I am sure there were no such frustrations
as characterized wedding number one.
It is quite possible that all these escapades were responsible
for Uncle George's frequent nightmares during which he would scream with
such violence that uninitiated neighbors wondered
if he was being murdered.
Uncle George's new bride was my Great Aunt Mary. Their house
near Cherry Brook Station, which supposedly resembled the Fiske
ancestral manor house in England, was still unfinished when Uncle George
died, but Aunt Mary saw to its completion and lived there for many
She always gave $2.50 gold pieces to her nephews and nieces
at Christmas, and year after year I would find a little envelope
in the toe of my stocking containing the shiny coin and Aunt
Mary's engraved calling card. She died in the early 1930s and her
funeral was in the Episcopal Church in Weston. It was a very
high service with lots of bell-ringing and incense-burning and
went on and on. At one point, when it appeared to be nearing an end,
bells suddenly started ringing again and the service resumed full swing.
At this my father shifted his position, gave a little
groan and muttered, "I wonder why they're pulling in a second alarm."
This remark brought forth a snicker from the congregation