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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all over town for the last two days trying to pick up someone    from Newton but they haven't found one yet."

   Proceeding towards Weston Center we soon passed Uncle Charlie Fiske's house where we had our Thanksgiving dinners    and next to it the Unitarian parsonage where Mr. Russell lived.       I used to be taken to church periodically but never understood what Mr. Russell was talking about. Whether it was indistinct delivery or the use of words which were too intellectual, I am      not sure; in any event I never got any spiritual uplift.
   Mr. Russell's house once caught fire, completely demolishing    the third floor where he stored all his sermons in barrels. "Poor    Mr. Russell," my father sighed, as we drove past the charred    ruins, "what's he going to do now? Whenever he preaches a sermon he puts it in one of those barrels and when the barrel's     full he turns it over and starts in again at the bottom."
   The stone church, the library and the Jones house and barn      are all that remain of the Weston center of my childhood.      Several buildings were either moved away or demolished to    make room for the present town green — the harness shop, Cutting's store, the old town hall, and the long row of carriage sheds that stood across the street from the stone church.
   The town fire engines were kept in the basement of the town    hall and the horses that drew them came from McAuliffe's      stable. It took so much time for the apparatus to get under way   that the chances of a building being saved depended on the ingenuity and perseverance of the owners and their neighbors;     the firemen were on hand for finishing touches only.
   My father was instrumental in organizing the fire department.