THE FISKE FAMILY

   My Great Aunt Lucy married Uncle Frank Morison. She died   of tuberculosis in Italy just before my grandparents were married, and they spent their honeymoon going over and bringing her remains back to America for a proper burial in Mt. Auburn Cemetery. I have been told that during Aunt Lucy's worst spasms, when she choked and gasped for breath, Uncle Frank tried to   give her relief by breathing into her mouth and so caught the  disease himself. He was very fond of the Fiske family and con-tinued to live with them after Aunt Lucy's death. Because he     liked to play billiards, my great-grandmother equipped a billiard room in the Weston house to keep him amused. He finally    married the daughter of a well-to-do food merchant and he and   his new wife set up housekeeping on Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, where he died of tuberculosis some years later — but    this was all before my time. One day when I was having luncheon with my grandfather at the Hotel Vendome, where he lived for many years, a lady came into the dining room just as we were leaving and he greeted her with an affectionate kiss; then turning    to me he said, "This is your Aunt Leslie." Aunt Leslie meant   nothing to me until he explained that she was Uncle Frank Morison's widow.

   Another great aunt I never knew was my Aunt Margaret but        I can remember her husband, Uncle William Watson, very well.  He had a full white beard and rode a large tricycle along the

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