The Queen Mary

After a delicious meal of grilled chicken, pearly risotto and
perfectly cooked asparagus, the lively conversations at the table of
twelve continued last night at our dear Scott's End. Uncle Billy, who
owns the house, told the story of how Scott's End got it's name; His
(and my Dad's) Uncle Freddy made a children's book based on a trip
taken by Dad and Billy and my grandmother Mima when the two were boys.
The book was all about Billy Button and Petie Peanut, who lived in a
mushroom house named Scott's End.
The adventure continued in real life also. On the eight-day cruise on
the Queen Mary from America to Europe in 1947, they got stuck in some
rough weather. The waves were high and the giant ship swayed
dramatically to and fro. In the nursery, Billy said, they removed all
the toys and the furniture, and set the children on the floor and let
them slide on their bottoms from one end of the nursery to the other.
Back and forth, back and forth!
In the dining room, where Mima went for a bite, there was only one
other person. He was at the other side of the dining hall, reading a
book. At one point, he dropped the book (or set it down on the floor).
The massive boat rocked on the massive waves and the book slid all the
way across the room, to the foot of my grandmother. She picked it up
and regarded it.
"Hey hey! You hoo!" called the man from across the room, letting her
know that the book was his. Mima placed it back on the floor, and with
the rush of the next wave, it slid it's way directly back to it's
owner!