woods for raspberries. So plentiful, so delicious! Then to walk along the shore, after a southerly breeze to gather the delicious purple dulse. (to the horror of the uninitiated) In the fall there were cranberries, but blueberries were missing. According to the powers that be, the soil was too rich to grow blueberries. My Dad would take me for long walks along the shore on a Sunday afternoon. l would gather special shells and little colored stones. Other times he would take me to the wooded areas. He taught me the names of all the different trees and weeds. My favorite was the Starflower, the beautiful five-petal white star. Hard to believe it was a weed. He taught me the difference b e t w e e n spruce gum and balsam, of which there was an abundance. Learning the names of all the trees was a lesson

in itself, 8 o m a ny '

. Hark row: loseph H. Alien, Mrs. Alien, Lem Alien, Aim Alien d I f f e r e n t i’llurii‘lsmnds inform ofer. BPsidc her is Sadie with Lizzie. fre eS . We Brnliivrs Pew and Gmrge an) infront with an unknown woman.

also had an assortment of shellfish around the shores of the island. There were quahaug at the West end, huge hard shell bar clams all around the North and South side. As well as soft shell types, razors and mussels. Everything but oysters. And then there were the three or four trips to Georgetown to shop for groceries, etc. The last trip in the fall was most important. My grandmother seemed to know exactly how much she needed of all those staples to get through the winter months. Winters were long sometimes, but we never ran short of tea, sugar, salt or any of the necessities. When I was fourteen, my Dad taught me

how to steer the boat during the fall season, when waters 2!]