Neighborhood--My Story of Greenwich House

NEIGHBORHOODpale blue-green wallpaper, and on the dresser pale green glass bottles with gilt stoppers.Here it was that my aunt Hattie was to come back from her wedding journey in the South.But when she came back, it was in a leaden coffin.My father had gone in time to say good-by to her when she fell ill with typhoid in a village near Natural Bridge, and he with her stricken husband brought back her body.I was five years old, and I still see the wedding party in the big double parlor my aunt very breezy and a bit late, as usual, darting into her place for the ceremony.Her wedding dress, with its tiny organdy ruffles edged with lace, was bewitching to look at, as was my mother's white cashmere dress with bright blue silk ruffles pinked at both edges.After the ceremony the colored waiters with white gloves serving the breakfast were an impressive sight, too.When she came back there was the same old minister, Dr. Furber, and everyone weeping except the husband."Why doesn't he cry?"I whispered loudly as I looked at his white face.This same Dr.Furber had had a great romance.When he was twenty-five he fell in love with a schoolteacher of fifty.She told him she would give him two years before she would consider his offer.But at the end of two years there he was again as eager as ever.She accepted him and they lived happily ever after.I can see her now sitting upright in the old Congregational Church in Newton Centre

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