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Title: A Salem shipmaster and merchant; the autobiography of George Nichols
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Nichols, George, 1778-1865 Nichols, Martha
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Publisher: Boston : The Four seas company
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ather joined a group of sea captains (for therealways seemed to be a group there), my sisterand I wandered almost breathlessly around thehall, glad to stay there for hours if we were per-mitted, in spite of the fact that we were in mortalterror of the janitor, Captain Saul, who glidedsilently about, every now and then saying to usin a sepulchral tone, Dont make so much noise,little girls, when we had not dared to speakabove a whisper. There are two days in the year that stood outpre-eminently in my grandfathers life, the Fourthof July and Thanksgiving, when children andgrandchildren gathered to do him honor. Notonly were we bidden to dinner, but to tea as well,and the hours, especially for the young people,flew as if on wings. The birthday was the day ofdays, ushered in by the ringing of bells, of coursein Grandpas honor to our young minds. On thatday the dinner was served in the drawing room,the table running the whole length of the room,while small tables were placed in front of the
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WITH THE GRANDCHILDREN 113 alcoves for the little people. Then the choiceCanton china, the beautiful cut glass from Hol-land, the two silver cans marked I. L. N. for thegreat-grandfather and grandmother, and filledwith cider, graced the table. The guests, some-times to the number of thirty, assembled in thewestern parlor, and when dinner was announcedGrandpa rose from his large rocking chair, offeredhis arm to Grandma, and led the way to thedrawing room, to the middle of the long side ofthe table, facing the door. When the guests wereassigned to their places, everyone stood, whilethe clergyman beside my grandfather, usually Dr.Emerson1 in my girlhood, asked the blessing. Amoment more of silence, then the chairs weredrawn out, and as friends were seated, the merri-ment began. Two of the sons were the carversat the ends of the table, one having charge of thelittle roast pig, the other of the Spring lamb.With the dessert came the Family Toast, thegiving of which was assigned to my Aunt L

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