Jean, I don't know if Charles Pier from Middlefield is on your family tree, but he was a family friend when my grandparents and parents lived on Rezin Road in Middlefield. He was in a nursing home in Cooperstown, in his eighties when I started writing him. He even wrote me a poem when my son was born in 1969--I still have the card. Back in the 40s, my uncle, Rev. Lewis Knox, bought a farm, because my Grandpa Knox (George) wanted to farm. Around 1941, my father (Milan, "Mike"), quit his job and moved my mother (Hazel) and my sister Faith up there from CT because Grandpa needed help. The Knox "farm" is still on Rezin Road. Aunt Galdys lived there until her death last July at the age of 98. She and Uncle Lewie are buried in the Baptist Church cemetery up the road from the farm; one of the churches Uncle Lew served when he retired back in the 1970s. My mother had a lot of stories about Charlie Pier, a confirmed bachelor. One in particular was a very snowy Christmas. It had snowed for a couple of days, including Christmas Eve day and Christmas day. In addition to my sister, who was five, there were my two cousins whom were living with Gramma and Grandpa. There was so much snow, that Santa Claus had trouble getting there. On that Christmas morning, my mother looked out the window to see Charlie with a stick behind his head with packages hanging from rope at the ends of each stick making his way through the deep snow. One of those packages included dolls for my cousin and my sister and a phonograph. The one who enjoyed the day the most? Charlie! I never met him in person, but I did enjoy exchanging letters with him. Peggy J. Knox PS Both my sister and I were born in Cooperstown--she in 1947 and me in 1948--half on the lawn of Mary Emogene Bassett Hospital.