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Note: Dot was considered the beauty of the family, though Arthur C. Howland said that his wife, Emily, was prettier. Aunt Dot had hazel eyes and lovely coloring. She married Charles Alexander Spencer Perceval, (called Uncle Buzz) of "Yvery" Poole Road, Bournemouth, England. He was at this time British Vice Consul in New York City. Uncle Buzz was born in Caen, France where his father was Consul. His uncle was Sir Percy Inglis, Consul General at Paris. In the family there is a tea service handed down in the family and bears the Yvery crest - a thistle. There is also a lovely little painting of Uncle Buzz's aunt, Marie Perceval, Lady-in Waiting to the Duchess of Albany, wearing the inlaid gold bracelet. The bracelet is also in the family. From New York, Aunt Dot and Uncle Buzz were sent to Galveston, Texas. While Consul in Galveston, Uncle Buzz was selected by the British government to investigate the assassination of Benton, a wealthy English rancher who was shot in Mexico. Dot and Buzz experienced the disastrous hurricane with winds of 120 miles per hour, when the city was damaged both by the winds and a tidal wave. Six thousand people lost their lives. Toward the end of 1915, Uncle Buzz was promoted to Consul General in Philadelphia and he and Aunt Dot lived with our family at 4118 Baltimore Avenue. At age 45, Uncle Buzz was the youngest Consul General in the British Service. Buzz was full of wonderful and amusing songs which the family used to sing together. Buzz died a few months after coming to Philadelphia. He, Aunt Dot, Arthur C. Howland, Emily Wyckoff Berry Howland, Charles B. Howland and his wife Madelene T. Ellis Howland are buried at West Laurel Hill Cemetery in Philadelphia. In must have been shortly after Buzz's death that Emily, the wife of Arthur C. Howland, had a most serious case of pneumonia. Aunt Dot was with the family and ran the household and looked after the children. Emily was delirious. When her husband came and sat on the foot of the bed she thought he was the devil. The kind family doctor lived next door. In those days little could be done for pneumonia; it had to run its course. Dr. Allen was with Emily when the crisis came --the fever would either break or she would die. He threw his hat in the air shouting, "The crisis has passed."
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