Saco Street was part of Westbrook’s farming community. My ancestors lived in a few homes on Saco Street. The brick home is located at 341 Saco Street and home to the four siblings you see walking in the circular vignette photo circa 1903. This picture is perhaps one of my favorite family pictures, the original being owned by my Uncle. The oldest woman was Florence Roberts who was born in 1860 in the brick house pictured. Florence took care of duties about the house, like repairing the roof, as she was raised a daddy’s girl .Eva Roberts, closest to the camera, was a Westbrook schoolteacher at Bridge Street School. She was born in 1868. I am told she walked to school every day and she taught for about 40 years. The other sister, holding what seems to be a newspaper, is Marietta Roberts. Marietta was born in 1872. She did the cooking and maybe helped sell dairy products from their farm, along with Florence. I am told she loved an opera singer but nothing became of it. None of the sister’s married. I was told their father would not allow it. I am not certain if I ever knew why, could have had something to do with the fact that the parents were second cousins, thought I am told that was not uncommon. They lived together all their lives. It was their brother Perley Chenery Roberts, who was my great grandfather. He was born in 1878 and married in 1904 to Anna Blanche Swett. According to a newspaper clipping from one of Westbrook Historical Society’s scrapbook collection, a wedding celebration was only attended by his two sisters, Marietta and Eva. Together they moved down the road to 64 Saco Street. Their union was not held in high regard by his father John Roberts. In fact, I am told when Perley died in a fatal trolley crash on Brighton Avenue on January 22, 1906, that his own father never attended the funeral. Saccarappa Cemetery is where his grave can be found at the Swett plot, far away from the Roberts’ plot. Perley left behind a small baby of two weeks named Theodore Reginald Roberts. Anna Swett Roberts was so overcome with grief, that she changed the name of their son to Perley Chenery Roberts. This man became my grandfather. Growing up on Saco Street, his aunts doted over him and remembered him in their wills leaving him a stipend for the remainder of his life. There are many stories to be told about him, however we can save those for another time. These are just some of the people who rest in Saccarappa Cemetery. I have many more whose stories I will share.