|Stewart, Frances to Atwood, Annie, 1867
|Revisiting Our Forest Home_The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki]
|Douro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada
|Gore's Landing, Ontario, Canada
|1867: July 17
To Annie Atwood, Gore's Landing, Ontario
17 July 1867
My dearest Annie
I was delighted last evening to see dear Mrs. Bird walking up to Roberts
where we had been spending the evening as she had a childrens Picnic &
Jane will tell you something of the noise they all made playing different
games & galloping about in all directions. There were 24 children altogether so you may have some idea of the row they all made after tea running about the field & orchard playing hide & seek, ball & many other
games of which I forget the names....
Your dear Mother was staying at the Dunlops for a few days the week
before last but unfortunately I never heard of it till the day she was leaving.
I was in hopes she might have passed this way & that we might have had
a call on her way home but she went by the stage from Peterboro. That
day I sat at my window all day watching in hopes of seeing her coming....
Whenever I hear from you or Mary I generally write to tell your
Mama all the news about you. I had a few lines from her on Sunday last She said she had not been very well since her return home but Ellen said
she was remarkably well & in wonderful spirits when there. She did not
mention having got £40 for the Crusoe's but she told Ellen she had got a
small present of some money from her sister Agnes.
I think Mrs. Fitzgibbon is treating her very shabbily in only allowing
her £50. If she gets a thousand copies of the Flower Book sold, a thousand
copies will fetch £1250 & surely dear Mrs. Traill had the half of the
work I think but I believe Mrs. Fitzg. has had some expense with it.
You will say "this is none of my business"! but indeed I always feel
anything in which your dear mother or any of the family are concerned
is very near to my heart.
Dear Jane has been twice sitting talking to me since I have been writing
& I feel as her visit is so short I ought to give more time to her. So
dearest Annie forgive this hasty scribble & with kind love to Mr. Atwood
& kisses to the chicks.
Believe me dearest
Your loving old friend,