| Title: | Stewart, Frances to McNabb (Stewart), Louisa, 1862 |
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| ID | 4770 |
| Collection | Revisiting Our Forest Home, The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki] |
| File | stewart/52 |
| Year | 1862 |
| Sender | Stewart, Frances |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | housewife |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Douro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada |
| Destination | Peterborough, Ontario, Canada |
| Recipient | McNabb (Stewart), Louisa |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | mother-in-law - daughter-in-law |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 356 |
| Genre | family, family life |
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| Transcript | 1862: November 9 To Louisa (McNabb) Stewart, Peterborough, Ontario Douro —9th Nov'r 1862 Please give the enclosed to William [enclosure missing] My dearest Lou You don't know how glad I was to see Mary McMullen coming just to hear how you were all coming on. Indeed there are not many half hours in the day that I am not busy thinking of you all & wishing I knew more about you. You may say "Why don't you come then & see us" but indeed I have not been out very much till just lately. I was so long kept in by the cough & weakness but that nice mild weather brought a change over me & I have been quite well the last few weeks & more like myself than for nearly a year. But I seldom can get out. Both Bee & Kate have their hands too full & I just get down to town when they have something to go for & have not even been inside of Anna's or any other house. The short days gives us no time to stop when we do go as the roads have been awfully bad out here & Dolly is [lazier] than ever poor old critter. I only passed you once & met Tommy near the gate. The [ ] road is now so bad we always go the other side. Indeed we often talk of going to see you but cannot stop you know, for night comes on before we know where we are. I saw Dr. one day last week. He said you were all getting on well but how very ill he looks! Poor dear, I am afraid he is not well. He looks very miserable. Does he go often to you? I think it would do him good.... You see dear I have but little to say & the children are all sitting round the table shaking & gabbing & my head is dinned. No matter dear Lou. Excuse scrawls & blots & blunders & love me as I love you & I could not ask more. Your affec't Mother, F. Stewart |
