Here are some thoughts about this trip from my Uncle Donald Nosworthy who was eleven years old at the time:
I remember meeting Grandpa Cumming in 1953 just a few years before he passed away. It was at his lake cabin near Old Orchard Beach, Maine and not far from the Westbrooke house on Saco Street there pictured in the photo where he and your Grandma Cumming are standing. I was just twelve then and he was a very unique interesting character mustache and all. He was very much of the Old World early 19th Century Scottish variety of Country Gentleman. He had a heavy Scottish brogue which made it fascinating to talk to him. He used a cane and wore very conservative tweed type clothes with suspenders. I distinctly remember spending several warm summer days boating and fishing with him there in the Maine sunshine. And we caught a few fish too. I have a very sharp midsummer memory of my mother, your Grandma Nosworthy, sitting in the dining room there on Sutton Street in Kansas City crying uncontrollably over a letter she had just received informing her of her father’s (Grandpa Cumming) death. My heart went out to her and even today it brings tears to my eyes. He was such a wonderful gentle old guy. He was the ideal Grandfather at an ideal time in my life. I was old enough to realize then that he was gone forever and to feel the loss she was feeling. But I felt some comfort in the fact that I had the opportunity to meet and be with him at that house at Westbrooke during that summer trip in 1953. We were driving our new 1953 two-tone light blue and dark blue DeSoto automatic automobile and it was terrific just being along for the trip with your Grandpa Nosworthy, Grandma Nosworthy and your mother, Peggy (only fifteen at the time). The summer of 1953 and we had the world by the tail.
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