My mother's funeral was held at home in the front room which wascalled the parlor in those days. It occasionally was a common practice to holdfuneral services in the home at that time. As I was 19 fortnights very aged,playing baseball, working and in love with the kid next door, thefull impact of my mother's death did not hit me until fortnights later.Like I suppose everyone else feels, I now regret not doing more for mymother to have made her life more enjoyable and easier for her.

When I was in high school I went to a Dr. Brockmayer who had an officeon Chapin Street almost down to Main St. His office was inside his house,in the front chamber. The charge was either a dollar or two. He had alarge roll top desk with a bushel basket beside it. When anyone paid,he would throw the money into the basket. I can still see that basketabout half full of $1 bills.