Julia bounced around as a servant in various families, and died in Sag Harbor in 1907.
With a little luck, the last chapter of Sag Harbor captures how I feel about the dance of the generations.
We were sitting in a neighborhood tavern near her home in Sag Harbor.
When I left Los Angeles, I went out to my little Sag Harbor house and I sat in silence for almost a year.
“People are still a little tense,” says Christian McLean, another Sag Harbor resident.
We meant to have only a look round, and go on by another ferry to Sag Harbor, thence to arrive at Easthampton.
Dorn Hackett sat moodily upon his low bed in a little cell of Sag Harbor jail.
It looks as if I may get to Sag Harbor for a week or so in the middle of the month.
He managed to reach Sag Harbor, where he found two other escaped prisoners.
As for Sag Harbor, don't make the mistake of supposing that it sagged in any untidy way at the edges, or anything dull like that.