"My parents, my brother Tim, and I moved to Fairview Farm on the Corsica River in August 1932. This was a very low period in the American economy, and there were lines around the block in New York to get to the soup kitchens and get fed. While my Father and Mother were not in that much need, my Father was very concerned about being able to feed his family. His Father, my Grandfather, had always been interested in helping farmers, and my Dad figured that a sure way to feed his family would be to grow the food and be a farmer. So, he resigned his job as a linen sales representative for North America of Ross Brothers, Belfast, N. Ireland, and invested everything in the farm. While living in New York, my parents summered in Fenwick, Connecticut, living for part of the summer in a house belonging to my mother's family. A big sport in Fenwick was sailing in a one-design fleet weekly, or more often, races. The purpose of the foregoing detail is to point out that my family had a sailboat, and that they loved to sail and race, and my brother and I inherited this from them.

Across the Corsica River from our farm lived the Middleton family on Gunston Farm. Mrs. Middleton had educated her two sons at Gunston, and had acquired a number of other students, children of their friends and acquaintances, many of whom where in the US military services and other government services, which required them to move around and live in foreign lands where they couldn't easily handle their young children's education. As I was eight years old and had attended first grade for a little while in New York, my Mother thought this was a great place to put me for school. Mrs. Middleton, whom all soon learned to call "Aunt Mary" initially refused to accept me for two reasons: first, all her students lived in her home on campus, i.e. they "boarded" and second, she already had a "Terry", Terry Bayliss, and she didn't know how she could distinguish between two children with the same name. Mother handled the matter of my not boarding somehow, and squared the matter of two Terry's by pointing out that my name was really Terence, and when necessary, Aunt Mary could call me Terence - which she always did!