It was during these little-boy years that he began to play baseball, which became the only sport at which he distinguished himself. "The fellars" then played baseball in Cat Hollow, now overgrown with trees and surrounded with houses, but then, as in my own girlhood memories, bare ground and far away, ideal for small boys. Garry used to look up at the surrounding hills and think how wonderful it would be to have a house up there -- he thought it was the most beautiful place in the world, a wish that became so firmly implanted that when he built his own house he did indeed choose that site (written in 1959 by grand daughter)

It was a simple square box of a house-- for economy in building and operating, but it was solid and comfortable, and Mama's taste made it very attractive. The view over Vineyard Haven  harbor was superb. Then, in 1908 and for some years after, the harbor was always full of all sorts of craft-- a safe port for coastwise shipping, it held coal barges and tugs, schooners loaded with lumber and other goods, as well as pleasure craft of all kinds from catboats to steam yachts. It was a constant panorama of beauty and excitement.