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wound I ran screaming to the laundry. The
house was thrown into a state of pandemonium.
Dr. Collins came up from Waltham and Dr. Van Nuys from Weston, and one
held me down while the other administered ether. When
I came to I had seven stitches in my head and for the next few weeks I
wore a hat most of the time to conceal the bandage, which I was ashamed
of.
"Grandpa didn't wear a hat all the time when his head was
bandaged," my mother said, "so why should you?"
I had no answer to her question but stubbornly continued to
wear it.
The bandage on my grandfather's head referred to was the
result of an injury he had received while coming to Weston on
the train. In Somerville, some malicious youngster hurled a stone which
happened to hit the window beside him, shattering the
glass and leaving several gashes in his cheek and forehead.
As for poor Tober, he suffered the death penalty for a crime
of which he was not guilty.
Proceeding a little farther westward on the Great Road, we passed,
on the right, the old Artemus Ward house which Joe Seabury bought in the
twenties and moved up the hill. In my early days
a Miss Peirce lived there but I never knew her. The Austin Whites rented
it for a while after their great stone house on
Lexington Street was gutted by fire.
I don't remember when the Whites moved to town but it
must have been about 1912. They first rented Aunt Mary Fiske's house and
later bought the property on Lexington Street now owned by the Cambridge
School. Mrs. White and my mother became the best of friends although
they had very little in
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