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Our
town
of
New
Baytown
is
a
handsome
town
,
an
old
town
,
one
of
the
first
clear
and
defined
whole
towns
in
America
.
Its
first
settlers
and
my
ancestors
,
I
believe
,
were
sons
of
those
restless
,
treacherous
,
quarrelsome
,
avaricious
seafaring
men
who
were
a
headache
to
Europe
under
Elizabeth
,
took
the
West
Indies
for
their
own
under
Cromwell
,
and
came
finally
to
roost
on
the
northern
coast
,
holding
charters
from
the
returned
Charles
Stuart
.
They
successfully
combined
piracy
and
puritanism
,
which
aren
’
t
so
unalike
when
you
come
right
down
to
it
.
Both
had
a
strong
dislike
for
opposition
and
both
had
a
roving
eye
for
other
people
’
s
property
.
Where
they
merged
,
they
produced
a
hard
-
bitten
,
surviving
bunch
of
monkeys
.
I
know
about
them
because
my
father
made
me
know
.
He
was
a
kind
of
high
amateur
ancestor
man
and
I
’
ve
always
noticed
that
ancestor
people
usually
lack
the
qualities
of
the
ones
they
celebrate
.
My
father
was
a
gentle
,
well
-
informed
,
ill
-
advised
,
sometimes
brilliant
fool
.
Singlehanded
he
lost
the
land
,
money
,
prestige
,
and
future
;
in
fact
he
lost
nearly
everything
Allens
and
Hawleys
had
accumulated
over
several
hundred
years
,
lost
everything
but
the
names
—
which
was
all
my
father
was
interested
in
anyway
.
Father
used
to
give
me
what
he
called
"
heritage
lessons
.
"
That
’
s
why
I
know
so
much
about
the
old
boys
.
Maybe
that
’
s
also
why
I
’
m
a
clerk
in
a
Sicilian
grocery
on
a
block
Hawleys
used
to
own
.
I
wish
I
didn
’
t
resent
it
so
much
.
It
wasn
’
t
depression
or
hard
times
that
wiped
us
out
.
All
that
came
from
starting
to
say
New
Baytown
is
a
pretty
town
.
I
turned
right
on
Elm
Street
instead
of
left
and
walked
fast
up
to
Porlock
,
which
is
a
cockeyed
parallel
with
High
.
Wee
Willie
,
our
fat
constable
,
would
be
dozing
in
his
police
car
on
the
High
,
and
I
didn
’
t
want
to
pass
the
time
of
night
with
him
.
"
What
you
doing
up
so
late
,
Eth
?
Got
yourself
a
little
piece
of
something
?
"
Wee
Willie
gets
lonesome
and
loves
to
talk
,
and
then
later
he
talks
about
what
he
talked
about
.
Quite
a
few
small
but
nasty
scandals
have
grown
out
of
Willie
’
s
loneliness
.
The
day
constable
is
Stonewall
Jackson
Smith
.
That
’
s
not
a
nickname
.
He
was
christened
Stonewall
Jackson
,
and
it
does
set
him
apart
from
all
the
other
Smiths
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
town
cops
have
to
be
opposites
but
they
usually
are
.
Stoney
Smith
is
a
man
who
wouldn
’
t
give
away
what
day
it
is
unless
he
were
on
the
stand
under
oath
.
Chief
Smith
runs
the
police
work
of
the
town
and
he
’
s
dedicated
,
studies
the
latest
methods
,
and
has
taken
the
F
.
B
.
I
.
training
in
Washington
.
I
guess
he
’
s
as
good
a
policeman
as
you
are
likely
to
find
,
tall
and
quiet
and
with
eyes
like
little
gleams
of
metal
.
If
you
were
going
in
for
crime
,
the
chief
would
be
a
man
to
avoid
.
All
this
came
from
my
going
over
to
Porlock
Street
to
avoid
talking
to
Wee
Willie
.
It
’
s
on
Porlock
that
the
beautiful
houses
of
New
Baytown
are
.
You
see
in
the
early
eighteen
hundreds
we
had
over
a
hundred
whaling
bottoms
.
When
the
ships
came
back
from
a
year
or
two
out
as
far
as
the
Antarctic
or
the
China
Sea
,
they
would
be
loaded
with
oil
and
very
rich
.
But
they
would
have
touched
at
foreign
ports
and
picked
up
things
as
well
as
ideas
.
That
’
s
why
you
see
so
many
Chinese
things
in
the
houses
on
Porlock
Street
.
Some
of
those
old
captain
-
owners
had
good
taste
too
.
With
all
their
money
,
they
brought
in
English
architects
to
build
their
houses
.
That
’
s
why
you
see
so
much
Adam
influence
and
Greek
revival
architecture
on
Porlock
Street
.
It
was
that
period
in
England
.
But
with
all
the
fanlights
and
fluted
columns
and
Greek
keys
,
they
never
neglected
to
put
a
widow
’
s
walk
on
the
roof
.
The
idea
was
that
the
faithful
home
-
bound
wives
could
go
up
there
to
watch
for
returning
ships
,
and
maybe
some
of
them
did
.
My
family
,
the
Hawleys
,
and
the
Phillipses
and
the
Elgars
and
the
Bakers
were
older
.
They
stayed
put
on
Elm
Street
and
their
houses
were
what
is
called
Early
American
,
peak
roofs
and
shiplap
siding
.
That
’
s
the
way
my
house
,
the
old
Hawley
house
,
is
.
And
the
giant
elms
are
as
old
as
the
houses
.
Porlock
Street
has
kept
its
gas
street
lamps
,
only
there
are
electric
globes
in
them
now
.
In
the
summer
tourists
come
to
see
the
architecture
and
what
they
call
"
the
old
-
world
charm
"
of
our
town
.
Why
does
charm
have
to
be
old
-
world
?
I
forget
how
the
Vermont
Allens
got
mixed
up
with
the
Hawleys
.
It
happened
pretty
soon
after
the
Revolution
.
I
could
find
out
,
of
course
.
Up
in
the
attic
somewhere
there
will
be
a
record
.
By
the
time
father
died
,
my
Mary
was
pretty
tired
of
Hawley
family
history
,
so
when
she
suggested
that
we
store
all
the
things
in
the
attic
,
I
understood
how
she
felt
.
You
can
get
pretty
tired
of
other
people
’
s
family
history
.
Mary
isn
’
t
even
New
Baytown
born
.
She
came
from
a
family
of
Irish
extraction
but
not
Catholic
.
She
always
makes
a
point
of
that
.
Ulster
family
,
she
calls
them
.
She
came
from
Boston
.
No
she
didn
’
t
,
either
.
I
got
her
in
Boston
.
I
can
see
both
of
us
,
maybe
more
clearly
now
than
then
,
a
nervous
,
frightened
Second
Lieutenant
Hawley
with
a
weekend
pass
,
and
the
soft
,
petal
-
cheeked
,
sweet
-
smelling
darling
of
a
girl
,
and
triply
all
of
those
because
of
war
and
textbooks
.
How
serious
we
were
,
how
deadly
serious
.
I
was
going
to
be
killed
and
she
was
prepared
to
devote
her
life
to
my
heroic
memory
.
It
was
one
of
a
million
identical
dreams
of
a
million
olive
uniforms
and
cotton
prints
.
And
it
might
well
have
ended
with
the
traditional
Dear
John
letter
except
that
she
devoted
her
life
to
her
warrior
.
Her
letters
,
sweet
with
steadfastness
,
followed
me
everywhere
,
round
,
clear
handwriting
in
dark
blue
ink
on
light
blue
paper
,
so
that
my
whole
company
recognized
her
letters
and
every
man
was
curiously
glad
for
me
.
Even
if
I
hadn
’
t
wanted
to
marry
Mary
,
her
constancy
would
have
forced
me
to
for
the
perpetuation
of
the
world
dream
of
fair
and
faithful
women
.
She
has
not
wavered
,
not
in
the
transplanting
from
Boston
Irish
tenancy
to
the
old
Hawley
house
on
Elm
Street
.
And
she
never
wavered
in
the
slow
despondency
of
my
failing
business
,
in
the
birth
of
our
children
,
or
in
the
paralysis
of
my
long
clerkship
.
She
is
a
waiter
—
I
can
see
that
now
.
And
I
guess
she
had
at
lengthy
last
grown
weary
of
waiting
.
Never
before
had
the
iron
of
her
wishes
showed
through
,
for
my
Mary
is
no
mocker
and
contempt
is
not
her
tool
.
She
has
been
too
busy
making
the
best
of
too
many
situations
.
It
only
seemed
remarkable
that
the
poison
came
to
a
head
because
it
had
not
before
.
How
quickly
the
pictures
formed
against
the
sound
of
frost
-
crunching
footsteps
on
the
night
street
.
