the-manor, but it was in the book and picture crowded library that she was most entrancing as she entertained her most favored acquaintances and her intimate friends. Always she had a keen sense of drama, and her associates delighted to play opposite-and up to-her.
As I knew her better I learned to love her and to admire
qualities that lay deeper than her wit and her facile charm.
Her kindliness was never failing, and her interest in the ideas
and activities of her friends was constant and generous. She
never spoke of the deep tragedies in her own life but was quick
to give sympathy and understanding in the sorrows of others.
Mrs. Tyler's "Martha is a dear girl" might well have sur≠prised
those who did not know how heartfelt a tribute it was
from one New Englander whose emotions were rarely ex≠pressed
in words to another who was equally reticent.
ALICE FELT TYLER
Although we claimed the same great-grandfather, my first meeting with Martha Dickinson Bianchi was accidental. For me, it proved a happy and exciting event. I had not planned it and I am certain that she was innocent of my existence.
My grandfather, Samuel Fowler Dickinson Jr., was one of
the younger brothers of Edward-Emily's father. The fact
that my grandfather left Amherst when he was barely twenty,
and went to Georgia to try to make his own way in the world,
and that he succeeded there, and only went back to Amherst
on occasional visits, caused him to be something of a stranger
to his own birthplace. During the War between the States, he
and my own father espoused the cause of the Secessionists.
That must have created a rift between them and the family in
Amherst, for I can remember the story being told of my great
uncles in Massachusetts advertising a reward for my fatherís
capture, "alive or dead."
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