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Holidays crossed out: dinners were often celebrated on Astor Street, at Grandfather Farnsworth's. The great oval table was crowned with damask and American Beauty rolls and Grandfather presided over us all as we struggled through six heavy courses ^beginning with lobster bisque. "Eh?" "What's she saying, George?" When it was finally over, Marion and I were encouraged to go downstairs to the kitchen to thank Carrie and Lilly for such a beautiful dinner and wish them a Merry Christmas. Many years later, I had occasion to ? the family records in connection with the termination of lumbering operations in Wisconsin and Michigan and the liquidation of assets owned by the companies which the grandfathers had founded. There I found that the querulous old man with the ear trumpet & the "mutton chop whiskers" who used to sit at the head of that tremendous table and shake his trumpet angrily at anybody whose lips