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At the Forks of the Grand: Volume I, 1956, p. 253

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WILLIAM AND ROBERT WEST Planets revolve' in their spaces; Dark clouds may come today; Tomorrow the sun may shine, To light the world on its way. Winter is now at the door; Christmas is on its way; People throughout the world, Getting ready for Christmas day. Folks look soon for the Christmas tree; Children, happy and gay, From churches, and schools, and homes, Run gaily out to play. Onward Nineteen hundred and thirty-seven! I am out of my mammy's home: To wander in dark woodlands, Alone, all, all, alone. About i939, Bobby's friends decided that he was too old and feeble to wander about by himself. They persuaded him to enter the County Home for the Aged. After he had gone, his house too was taken away. In 1941, he died. He was buried in a resplendent dress-suit, a parting gift from Mayor John P. McCammon, who more than anybody else had brightened the old man's final years. All that now survives to remind us of the Wests is a cement foundation on the Ayr Road; a steep winding path that once led down through the woods to the dock, the boat-house, and the ship- yard of the Nith Navigation Company; and a tiny grave-stone in the Union Cemetery, lying humbly in the shadow of more imposing monuments. Only these remain - together with a thousand pleas- ant memories. 253

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