Chapter Fourteen
The fair reached its zenith on the Fourth of July. It started with the month and lasted the rest of the summer, but it never got better or brighter than Independence Day.
Aunt Marie and Uncle Neville were visiting, as were their three kids, and of course Grandma and Granddad. So we had a full house, but not quite as full as I would have liked. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be coming down. Mom hadn’t been well enough to make the trip, and it would hardly do to leave her all by herself on the Fourth of July, so she and Dad would enjoy a quiet, solitary holiday in New England.
Greg was my oldest cousin at nineteen, a college sophomore on break from Notre Dame. Uncle Willard kept calling him Rudy, which annoyed Greg because he played field hockey, not football. Sibby was fifteen and
