My Grandmother Elinor, who is 99, lost her mother to Leukemia when she was six years old. She and her brother Proctor (the Victorian names are the first clue that this wasn’t the most festive of crowds), would spend their summers with their maternal grandparents in a big, rambling, beach house on Nahant Beach #114 Willow Street. The house still stands. Nana remembers her bedroom overlooking the ocean, her grandfather’s electric car, the Irish girls, working for the family, fresh off the boat, and her grandmother’s kindness.
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