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AT THE NARROWS THE SKY is blue and the air is crisp. Red and yellow leaves, made brilliant by the morning sun, rain down across the lawn beneath the huge tree that grows right up against the south side of the house. This is one of only a few days in the autumn that the leaves fall like this, and, no matter what the outcome of our plan, I decide that my trip to the Narrows is fortuitous.
I came out onto the porch after we arrived because I felt awkward watching the others walk around and remark how spectacular it was that so many generations had occupied the house or how the view of Pleasant Bay was breathtaking. For me the furniture and the views were reminders of safe, comfortable childhood years. I remembered my grandfather Clements sitting in the rocking chair that was placed in th
