New Britain herald., 1915-04-08

family of seven brothers. Poor wo- man! She has my sympathy. al- though I never had but four myself. However she proved her ability to grapple with misfortune and hard ship, by raising a family of ten chill dren, living to be nearly ninety and retaining her faculties to nearly the end of her life.
 Before leaving the subject of my own family you may like to hear cf ;tn incident that my Aunt Julia Wilson told me. When a child of five she was sitting with her mother, my Grandmother Andrews, by our back door, when two tall Indians of then nearly extinct Tuxis tribe. living in Pennington, came for call. They had known my grandmother when a girl in Pennington. Aunt Julia was thrown into a fright, which became a panic when she was sent down cellar to bring some cider for the visitors. She pictured a general massacre, nothing less, but the awesome war riors were duly refreshed and de- parted as they had come, in peace.
 With all their intelligent and thrifty industry in mind, we naturally wonder what the neighbors of those early days found in the way of literary enjoyment. Doubtless the "Old Lady on State Street." as some irreyerent souls dub the "Connecticut Courant," did her full share in dealing out the scanty and slowly arriving news of the outer world. As we'll as her pre- decessor, "The Connecticut Mir ror," while the interval between the Iaxy Fts, fu1. .a1 the time and opportunity for a thorough exchange and discussion of all neighborhood happenings, social. religious and financial. but the solid mental food, always available for any visit between six of the early families was found in Matthew Henry's Commentaries. copy of which great work was brought over from England long before King George had made himself unpopular with the colonists. These volumes were passed along from house to house. and with. tho latest -pieced quilt and most tested and tried re- ceipts for homemade doughnuts as a kind of mental dessert, made up what we could call tine principal dish for all social evenings I wonder what finally became of those precious volumes. We would all like a peep between their well worn covers.
 Tn this day when we are al! n.ore or less alike, with all our angles and individualities clipped and polished into at least semblance of uniform ity it is seldom that we see what is called a real character" but Stanley
 Quarter has been blessed with several Of these delightful and original per acnalities in the past, and even within the memory of persons of my age. As ladies should always be mentioned first, I take pleasure, at this time in presenting for your consideration Mrs. Ann Gaffney. She was truly remark able woman. She raised a family of four sons and one daughter, all of them a credit to her and to the com nlunity, and she raised them in the fear and admonition, shall we say, of the Lord?, or shall we say of her own stout right hand? She was a firm be- liever inNthe old adage of spare the iod and spoil the child" and set a noble example for all the ueighbor- hood in her firm and wise training of her family. Woe betide the luckless child who came to her for sympathy for some fancied wrong at the hands of sister or brother. She wasted no