
We went to "The House in the Woods," our Adirondack camp, every summer as usual. This was a typical outing in the mid-thirties.
Left to right: my grandfather, Dr. E.P. Carter who was a famous heart specialist; my father who graduated with honors from Yale (nobody knew he had to read lips) and was the most gentlemanly person I have ever known; my grandmother who was delightfully old-fashioned from birth and who put up with me every summer until she died in 1953; and my great grandmother whom I never met, but judging from the hat and the perk of her stance, must have been a fascinating lady. The white launch was named after my grandmother's favorite Boston terrier, Bobs (something to do with its tail).
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