Jane Hosterman interviewed by Richard Ade - January 16, 2001

• Hosterman, Jane

Richard Ade Interviews

WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?

My full name is Jane Elizabeth Weaver Hosterman

TODAY’S DATE IS JANUARY 16, 2001

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Des Moines, IA. I lived there for four months.

HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE IN YOUR FAMILY?

Four. I had a sister and my mother and father.

WHAT WAS YOUR FATHER’S OCCUPATION?

My father was a…I don’t know if I can say it correctly..an engineer…who builds buildings and factories….??

ARCHITECT?

No, engineer..civil engineer..or structural engineer…Yes, structural engineer for Stone Webster Corporation in Boston.

WHAT WAS YOUR MOTHER’S OCCUPATION?

My mother was a home economics teacher for Simmons College in Boston, MA. That’s unusual for that day and age. The minute she got married she stopped working.

WHAT WAS LIFE LIKE AT HOME?

What was life like at home….that’s an awfully big question. Life was…do you care about age in here…what ..what …part of my life what was it like at home..

WE JUST WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING.

Do you want just a small amount of information?

WELL, WE WANT TO KNOW AS MUCH AS YOU CAN REMEMBER

Okay, you want me to talk for ten minutes.

YES.

Okay. What I first remember is life outside of Boston in the Town of Wakefield, MA. I think I had my tonsils out in my highchair in the kitchen…gross isn’t it…and what I remembered was so bad was that I got to eat lots of ice cream and it didn’t stay down and I thought that wasn’t fair because I was three years old. That was probably my earliest recollection. After that point, my sister was born when I was three. My sister had an unfortunate instance of having difficulty breathing so she suffered some brain damage which made it more difficult for her to learn than the rest of us and she was a little slow in her developmental mile stones and so forth. But, anyway, we shortly moved from there during the depression to western Massachusetts which was much more out in the country…suburbs, that kind of thing. We lived there for several years until Stone Webster Corporation thought it would be nice to send my father out to Pennsylvania. And in Pennsylvania he built the coal breakers…I don’t mean “he” literally….(laughs) built coal breakers where you put the chunks of coal that have been pulled out of the ground in through screens and so forth and so on and size the coal and take the impurities out and so forth and so on. Um, that was a very different atmosphere than where we lived outside of Boston. He would go back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until he and my mother decided that was not good and we’d go with him. Until we lived two months and that job would be over and we’d go back to Boston. Then,the rivers were all black because they washed the coal…(that’s not legal anymore) and that was a problem. There were coal….piles…”culm the bank” I think is the right name. C-U-L-M of coal refuse and impurities piled as high as what…three story or four story buildings…anyone of these buildings. These impurities would come out of these coal breakers and carrier and go up and be deposited on top of the pile and it just grew and grew and grew. Those were all over the landscape. This was the anthracite coal region which was fairly small compared to the tumorous areas there are in the United States. That lasted …back and forth from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania until I was….I’m missing one step in here. At some point, my father was ordered to go back to Boston and he decided that was enough. So he was going to stay right where he was. He said it when we were in Pennsylvania. So he began to work for a different kind of work in a sense that it was with a big coal and iron company that owned several towns…it sounds like the company store and the company house and so forth…owns several towns where the coal miners essentially lived and those people had to have drinking water which was terribly nice because it wasn’t black. So, my father was in charge of the reservoirs, dams, ponds, lakes that supplied drinking water to about 20 communities. This was the place we retired to on Sunday afternoon to play in the woods because there wasn’t any other woods…to play in the woods and that sort of thing. The end result was that I graduated from high school from Pensicola, Pennsylvania. I didn’t know a lot…what’s the old saying…and I shouldn’t say this to you….When you’re 18 you think you know an awful lot and when you’re 30 you find out how little you really do. But, I was 18 so I thought all that…but I look back and it’s funny. Um, I knew I wanted to go to college and I knew I wanted to be a nurse.and beyond those two things…no idea. So, I applied to Simmons College in Boston because you heard me say that’s where my mother had worked…My mother had also gone to school there and so had her sister and so had my father’s sister. So, was there any other place? I didn’t know. So I applied there and they did have a nursing school which took five years. So, I thought I was really pretty lucky when I look at how you guys struggle these days…getting the right place or somebody who really wants you. And that sort of thing.. I had it lucky and I suspect it’s because my mother had gone there because they had made a big deal out of the fact that my mother had gone there. Anyway, I went there. My parents were in…still in Pennsylvania when I went to Boston. I had an Aunt and Uncle outside of Boston. She used to tell me that she was not my ANT because she didn’t crawl around on the ground…she was my AUNT…I had lived in Pennsylvania for so long, people didn’t say AUNT in Pennsylvania. But, anyway, World War II was looming on the horizon. It cost $300 for room and board for one year at college. That was the cheapest room, you see. I had some underlying feeling because I knew my father had borrowed money with his life insurance…that something would happen to my mother and father and if it did…I knew it wasn’t my fault, but nevertheless they were going to suffer (whoever was left) because of me. I was awfully glad that nothing happened to either one of them…in fact, by that time I had graduated. During World War II nurses were in big Boston hospitals from this college. There were only 17 collegiate nursing schools in the United States at that time. Now, just about every college has a nursing school. So, again, it was lucky, you see. I didn’t know that until I got there. Um, during the war….Well, in a collegiate nursing school, you go to college just like other students who were going to be um, librarians, bookkeepers, management level whatever, science people and so forth. You went to school for two years that way but you took your summer vacation and had what is called a probation period that nurses have to go through and you went from hospital to hospital in the Boston area…like um Peter Bake Birtham which doesn’t exist anymore…It’s now Brigham and Women’s Hospital which does all the fancy cancer stuff which you have heard about today…to Mass General ..to Boston Children’s hospital where the Jimmy Fund is and all the kids with cancer…Boston I & M which is where all the babies are born…and a psychiatric hospital too. Am I being too detailed…?

NO.

Stanley must have asked me because I talk a lot. We were…I think treated a little bit as if we were in the Army. We would go to bed at 10:30 with the lights out. We would go to a room at 10:00 and in a half an hour you had the light out. You would be out until midnight four nights a year. Downtown Boston …by that time we were living in the hospitals…Downtown Boston…Do you know Boston at all….up by Beacon Hill, from Mass General Hospital..up over Beacon Hill…across the Boston Common to the movies. You can’t get out of the movies and get back to that hospital on foot by midnight..and you can only do that four times a year…so you don’t even go to the movies. Um, we worked an eight hour day…and the eight hour day was a joke because it was at least ten or ten and half and then if you had any classes you did classes on top of that. We all felt very sorry for each other..and if we hadn’t had each other, it might have been very lonesome. But, there were nurses from several other nursing schools in the same hospital and you saw them sometimes during your training in different hospitals but mostly you never got to know them very well so you hung together with your Simmons friends and so forth. They are still some of my best friends. And that’s fifty-five years later. The War made things different. There were no housekeepers in a hospital, except the student nurses and we had to clean floors and clean walls and they had inspection every two weeks and somebody literally put on white gloves and went around and with a finger tip feeling was the top of the doors and say “This would not pass inspection”. You know, and around that light and that type of thing. We hated that day, I’ll tell you. The poor patients didn’t get much care. So, there were no housekeeping people. If you wanted to have a big tank of oxygen which weighed…I can’t remember how many pounds…but was taller than I was..You wheeled it from the tunnels down under the hospital in the supply room up to wherever the patient was in Mass General. Today, that stuff is piped all through the walls and you don’t have to worry about it. Um, at night you were probably responsible for 40 patients. Um, when you got over being scared because you didn’t want to do the wrong thing because it would happen too fast, um, it wasn’t too bad and you really did improve over time. By the time we had finished our fourth year in college and in the hospital (a combination of both) we went back to the college for our fifth year and began to study public health which is health out of the community as opposed to in an institution. I worked for the Boston Visiting Nurses Association which was my practice assignment and for half of that year and went to classes the other half. I took an immediate liking to the Visiting Nurse Association. This was the first time in five years that somebody wasn’t watching me from behind. I was sent out to somebody’s house, told what they had wrong with them and what was supposed to be accomplished by me and everybody trusted me to do it right. That’s kind of a nice feeling. The patient was mine too, that was a nice feeling. I was responsible. If they did well, I could take the credit, thank you very much. If they didn’t, that was my fault. So, I liked that as opposed to 45 people who you never got to know. So, that’s what I decided I was going to do when I graduated. So, I went to work for the Boston Visiting Nurses Association in 1945. By that time, World War II was winding down but the service men were all over everywhere and my Aunt that lived 12 miles away said that she had done her civic duty and signed up for a sailor to come to Sunday dinner. He was supposed to be a long way from home and that was the nice thing to do and would I please come to Sunday dinner and bring one of my class mates with me because she signed up for two. One of them has been my husband for fifty-five years. He came from Ohio, the poor thing, he had never seen the Ocean until he got to the Navy. We were married just before I graduated from Simmons College which was a great dispensation because if there hadn’t been a war, nobody go married while the nurses trained…NOBODY. EVER. Anyway, six months before I graduated I go married. Four or five people in our class of ’45 did the same thing. You spent a lot of your college years differently than today because the guy you cared about wasn’t around. He was in Europe, Asia, or somewhere or other….you wrote an awful lot of letters. No E-Mail or that sort of thing. Um, I worked there for a year and then I was going to have a baby. We had a son. When my husband got out of the Navy, he wanted to go home to Ohio. Everybody goes home. So, you have to go home to Ohio So he had a car that he called “Rust Bucket” because no automobiles for private use had been made for five years in the United States so he was going to drive that car from Massachusetts to Ohio and he put me and my son on the train (There were trains then too..). Um, we lived for year in Ohio and he thought he’d like to come back to the Boston area … That was really nice. So, we had done what was important to him. So, we came back. Had a daughter and I think when our kids were 2 or 3 or 3 or 4, I went back to work for the visiting nurses association in the town where we were living which where my mother and father lived which is where I grew up when I wasn’t in Pennsylvania. So, where are we? So, I was a visiting nurse in a town. The town was a town of 10,000 people. The same nurses were the nurses for the school and the same nurses were the nurses for the Board of Health. For the Board of Health you checked up on people who had tuberculosos, kids who had scarlett fever, kids who had chicken pox, babies who were premature….Um, licensed nursery schools, day care centers, that kind of thing, rules and regulations sort of thing, for the Visiting Nurse Association we took care of people who were sick at home, predominately old ladies. Men didn’t live as long. They still don’t. Let’s see, there weren’t many young people that I took care of, mostly old people. And, what ended up by the time I left there were 3,000 school kids. School kids were neat. I liked school kids. My own kids were in that school system. And so, Nurse Jane became involved with anything nursing was that had to do with the town. When I started that job, I was it. When I ended that job, there were five of us nurses and a secretary and somebody who tested everybody’s eyes instead of our doing it. It was a great career. I worked like a dog when I think about it but it was good work. And, if I’d been digging a hole in the ground, I don’t think it would have thrilled me, but this was good stuff. Our kids grew up and graduated from high school. They went all the way through school from beginning to end in the same place. Um, my son went to Syracuse University our daughter went to Casanovia College which is about 50 minutes from Syracuse in New York City. They both live in Massachusetts now. Somewhere along in here, after the kids were in college, a college class mate of mine called me up and said “I’m in Andover, Maine” and I said, “Where’s that?” “Well, you know, up here.” This is where her grandparents came from and down at the end of the road at a lake called Richardson Lake there was a neat campground. And she knew we liked to go camping and why didn’t we give some thought to doing that on my vacation. Well, I said okay. So, we came. We had never been anywhere around here. This campground was awesome! Way out at the end of a road…driving labrynth in the middle of the lake…and I never saw one so big and I never saw the waves get so high…and it was great. We had a small camper within a couple of years we were leaving our camper there all summer long. Then we learned that you could do something like lease a piece of property from a big logging company…lakefront property…course, no road. Five miles from the nearest road and we went by boat five miles up lake. We had thought we would buy a log cabin which you would tow by boat across the lake. And, then decided that we had to clear this piece of property which was legal, we had a place big enough to put someplace...housing on. Well, if we were going to cut down those trees why didn’t we take the bark off and stuff like that….they write books on that, you know. So, we found out how to build a log cabin and it took us three summers to build a place the size of this room that we are in which is 14 by 60. Had to duck to get in the door because we didn’t know how to get a log higher than that. Back at home in Massachusetts when we weren’t up here building this log cabin, I had a dear patient who was probably 75 years old and had been a carpenter all of his life. He had terrible blood pressure going through the top of his head, practically. Big, open sores (I don’t wish to make you feel queasy) on his legs, ankles and feet. Poor circulation. He hardly managed to get around from bed to chair. So, I would show up on Monday morning and bandage his dressings on his legs and hands and I would say we did this and we did that…and he would say “Well, did you know how to do that?” And he would proceed to tell me either how to do it or what we should do next. And when I said I had to cut…I couldn’t understand why I had to build a roof and then cut a hole in it for the chimney...why didn’t I make the roof with the hole in it. And then when it came time to cut that hole literally, he said to me “Your not going to cut the hole round.” I said “I don’t know what that means”. ”Well, your not going to cut it round you’re going to cut it oval.” I said, “Why? I have a round stove pipe.” “No” he said, “You’re not listening to me. You’re not thinking. Because the roof slopes, that round hole is going to come up through the roof like this and actually you’re cutting the hole like that. (Am I making your frown?)…For a long while I thought about that hole before I suddenly understood. He was right. I was going to cut an oval hole for that round stove pipe. So I had his kind of support in Massachusetts to tell me what I should be doing on the lakeside. It took us three years…three summers to build that 14 by 60 log cabin. Our kids thought we were absolutely insane. Mother, you’re 50 something years old. What are you doing that NOW for. I said, well, in the past I was taking care of you and so for fun and now you guys are all grown and gone, I can do that kind of thing. We grew so fond of this area, we used to come up from Massachusetts in the winter..like it is right now…and stay in a motel between here and Rumford when we couldn’t get up to the lake..we would get part way. It was just the feeling that you know, three more months and we can come back. And so somewhere in here we decided that we would begin think about retirement and where we were going to live for the rest of our life. So, we started looking for property in this area. And we hit Bethel and one of the other places we had looked and we have now owned a house here for over 25 years. I don’t think I’ve ever been sorry. Apprehensive, maybe, but not sorry. I’m a flat- lander…I’ve always been a flat-lander. I’ve come from away. I’ve always come from away but nobody has been unkind to me because of it. Probably, almost without exception, the best neighbors I’ve ever had have been here. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m at home instead of off working somewhere. I really have no regrets or second thoughts about moving here 25 years ago. I was afraid they wouldn’t accept us because we were from out away. I wouldn’t sell our house in Massachusetts for two years…we wanted to make sure it was okay and we weren’t going to be asked to leave because we didn’t belong. So we did find this was a very nice place to be. I think it was early on when I came here that this Historical Society here put on a course “The History of Maine”. See, I didn’t know where Andover was in the beginning and Bethel meant absolutely nothing to me. Maybe we had better take that course. So, we took that course led by Stanley Howe. And Stanley Howe talked a lot about historical things and I didn’t like history (past tense) and talked about a lot of things that I had never heard of…who was off the coast of Maine and when…in the 1600’s …oh, you know it was always the Pilgrims in Massachusetts. I had no clue. However, Massachusetts did own Maine for a long time and I didn’t know that. Probably somebody told me once…in went in one side and out the other. But, anyway, somewhere in this course Stanley Howe mentioned a book on the history of Bethel and he said if you belong to the Bethel Historical Society you can get ten percent off the cost of the book. Well, if you did the accounting on your fingers and you found out you made out better by paying the dues, so we paid our dues and now we find ourselves going to the Bethel Historical Society. Lots of things just happen. And, then Stanley is on the telephone with me not too long after that and said how would you like to come down here. We have a man working here who is doing a historical, architectural survey on the buildings...on the old buildings on the county and the historical society for Bethel has decided they would like to have this historical survey done for every building in Bethel and he kinds of needs somebody to follow-up for him on places he’s going to go and counting appointments…”Would you like to come in here one day a week?” And, in 1978, this is my day, I think it was Tuesday…so I came in and did that kind of thing. When I told two or three people I was doing this for the historical society, they laughed and said well, we know Stan Howe very well and we know that he is very good at getting helpers. So, this is kind of the way to..belong and an interesting bit about who came here and why they came here and I’ve taken people through the building next door which was set up as an 1850 house. People have come from England to go skiing at Sunday River. One man said to me “Why would anybody come here to live?” And, I said “How much of an answer do you want for that?” “No”, he says, “I mean, in the beginning why would anyone come to this place to make a town.” :”Well”, I said, “They had big trees, you know, and some of your English vessels used parts of those big trees for masts on your sailing vessels.” “Oh, is that right? What else did they have?” So, we went through this …but he could not comprehend and I’m guessing it’s from his very different …he could not comprehend how this town happened to be. I wasn’t having any trouble with it….Those things I find very interesting. Very interested in the man who lived in that house and lived there a long, long time with all those wreaths on the windows…Christmas wreaths…was a conductor of great note in New York City. He was a composer. I think he played in a band. He had choruses and choirs of people who would practice all winter while he was in New York and then put on concerts when he cam up here to that house….In this little town. There is a lot that goes on. Where do you want me to stop?

KEEP GOING. IT SOUNDS GOOD.

I’ve done some other things in this community on family history in Massachusetts. My father had died before I came here and my mother died in 1982. My kid sister had struggled all of her life and did manage to graduate from high school because there wasn’t special ed, which would have been nice for her…if there had been, but there wasn’t. And she went to things like Fan Clarke cooking school. Ask your grandmother…your great grandmother. Fannie Farmer was a lady who wrote a little cook book way, way, way back in the early 1900’s and there was a cooking school named after her in Boston and my sister went there and that kind of thing. But, she always lived at home. My father stopped working for his big engineering corporation…they are the ones that couldn’t finish the….I’m trying to think of the word….Maine Yankee…it’s being taken apart in this state…the demolition…maybe that’s not the right word …of Maine Yankee…atomic energy plant was to be done by Stone Webster Corporation. That corporation my father worked for still exists and it has gone bankrupt and they can’t finish the job…I hope my father is not listening. Um, he had decided somewhere or other in his fifties and he learned it from all those water companies and lakes and streams and ponds and reservoirs that he had worked for when each place procured drinking water that each place needed some kind of water conservation solution…so he was well aware and became very interested in trees and things like rhododendrons and things like azaleas…and all those kinds of things. He decided to go into the nursery business when he was 55. What do you know about the nursery business and he’d say absolutely nothing. But, he was going to teach himself…self-teacher...bought a bunch of books and read a lot. But, anyway, there is my mother and father and Nancy and when I moved up here as I said back three paragraphs ago, my father had died and my mother and Nancy were still living in Massachusetts and I went down there every month for twelve years, I think. My mother died and Nancy, bless her heart, was losing her vision and it had nothing to do with her difficulty. But anyway, losing her vision and by the time the 1990’s cam along was blind. Blind on top of her learning disabilities was not fair but…who said life isn’t fair. My sister came up here and lived with us for twelve years and did very well in about 1992. She is now in a nursing home 30 miles away from here. Getting less and less and less able…it hurts you down inside somewhere but there isn’t much anyone can do to stop it. In the meantime, Dick and Jane…(my husband’s name is Dick…do you know who Dick and Jane are…no, you’re to young…My kids, who are 50, are learning to read by reading…”See Dick…See Jane…See Dick and Jane…See Puff…See Spot…Spot’s the dog.) Anyway, Dick and Jane the real people got nicely involved in the community because he was on the planning board and we’ve got this historical society is doing and that recently…there is a Bethel area house and it used to be the Bethel area health center and it used to be Bethel Family Health Center and I was on the Board of Trustees of that for the Board of Trustees for a dozen years or so. I used to be President for three or four years. I was on the Board of Trustees for the library, next door here…was on the Budget Committee for the Town….don’t know enough to say no, I think. I hope I did something good for somebody but I certainly did something good for me. I learned a lot and enjoyed doing it. The first six years I lived here I never bought a vegetable because I grew them all. I grew potatoes before but I loved to grow flowers so I spent an awful lot of time with dirt under my fingernails and so forth . I’m slowing down now and I’m very sad about that. I can’t do half as much as I’d like to. Um, what else?

I had joined the West Bethel Union Church next door to us. I didn’t know what a Union Church was….doesn’t matter who you are, you are welcome. That’s the simplest way to put it. There’s great comraderie in that church, which is small. People who care about each other and people who look after each other. When I was a little girl and we went to church, we came in and you sat down and you behaved yourself and you didn’t turn around and look at who was sitting behind you or anything like that. My mother said so. So, the church in West Bethel, when you come in everybody is “Da Ta Da Ta Da Ta”…”How are you today?” “Last week you had a cold, are you better today?” That sort of look out for each other and watch each other.

I belong to the Grange. I didn’t know what a Grange was before I came here. The Grange started out as an agricultural society for people and almost like a…I may use the wrong word here…like a union for farmers. If you grow a little wheat and I grow a little wheat and somebody else grows corn, how are we going to market it to make enough money to support ourselves in the winter to make enough money…So, the Grange was part of that kind of thing. If every town had one, you arranged with the railroad down here for umpteen bucks, the cost of apples, or something like that..and they all went out of state and so forth and so on. Those Granges, a fair number of them still exist but they are slowly disappearing and they are full of old ladies like me! But, there again, that’s another sense of community….three years ago somebody here in Bethel came to the Ladies of the Church (the Ladies of the Church and the Ladies of the Grange are pretty much the same body of people…this is West Bethel. The west is different from the east. Stanley Howe comes from East Bethel..that’s different too)…a man came and said he knew a woman in North Conway who had run a store for cloth and fabric for sewing and all this kind of thing..for 49 years and she wanted to retire and she had all these bolts of cloth…yards of cloth. Would the Ladies of the Church be the least bit interested in buying this and selling it to make money. You always have to make money. And the Ladies of the Church weren’t quite sure that they could set up shop over the backs of the church pews…you know, there wasn’t much room downstairs in the church and so forth. But, the Grange Hall was down the street. So, maybe the Ladies of Grange would be interested in doing some of this, too. Now, you could barter your way through this if the Ladies of the Church bought and paid for this and used the Grange Hall to sell it as the store, so maybe you gave some of the money to the Ladies of the Grange. Not half of it..because they didn’t pay for it in the first place…but a portion thereof. That is exactly what transpired. The Grange agreed and the Church agreed and so forth and so on. So, three summers ago we set up shop, green as grass, had no idea what we were doing, except it ought to be fun. And, over a period of three summers, every Friday and every Saturday, a group of six or eight people sold fabric to whomever came in off the street. We advertised in the newspaper and we made something like $20,000. We got so we were so used to working together with each other that another one of those situations to put into words what you mean to each other, what you accomplished for the church, etc. But that’s the kind of thing that can go on around here and I hope it goes on for a long time. What else can I say to you? You talk for a while.

WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE PRESIDENT?

Dwight Eisenhower or George Busch, Sr.

WHY?

Well, I was afraid you’d ask that. I don’t know why. Eisenhower being more of a war hero might have had something to do with it and my being an adolescent during World War II and seeing the acclaim….probably it’s a bit like Colin Powell today. The people at that time just felt that he was an enormously fine human being. I think that has something to do with it. I also think that George Busch was a very fine human being. I think I could have trusted either one of them to make a decision on my behalf, you know, of something that I didn’t understand or know about. But, I could trust them.

WHAT DO YOU THINK THE FUTURE WILL BE LIKE IN THE 21ST CENTURY?

My grandfather told me once he was awfully glad he was born in the 1880’s because he had seen airplanes and automobiles and all those things that didn’t exist when he was born. I don’t know. I hope we are going to be nicer to each other. I hope the people remember…well, this is going to make me sound very old fashioned…I hope that people remember that computers don’t solve everything, I don’t think. Compact disks have a life expectancy of 20 years. It’s not awfully long. All that information on whatever it’s going to be in 20 years….you’ll just make it again. Our old photographs last 100 and something years. But, CD’s and videos and so forth are only going to last 20 to 25 years. So, we’ll have to make them all over again. I dare say, I really thought it would be fun to fly to work with a jet pack on my back….we could go over the house tops…but, that hasn’t happened yet. I’m sure our foods are going to be more global. They already are. I don’t know what our transportation is going to be like. I’d like to see a choo choo train or so back. We are getting more traffic than we can handle. We are getting piggish with petroleum, too.

WHERE ARE YOUR CHILDREN?

My son is living in the house we used to live in in Massachusetts. He’s 63 years old. He’s married and has no children. He is a manager of a buiilding supply cooperative in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He’s been there since he worked in the lumber yard in high school and college, in the summer time. Our daughter is in Scituate. She is a single mom and has an 18 year old son who goes to the University of New Hampshire. She is a photographer’s assistant…no, sylist. If you look at a catalog from LL Bean and you see a picture of 14 sweaters in different colors and they are all folded in a certain way…She’s the person that folds it for the catalog and the photographer comes along and takes the picture. So, she’s the photographer’s stylist, which is an occupation I did not know about. That’s where they are.