|Stewart, Frances to Stewart, Frances, 1872
|Revisiting Our Forest Home_The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki]
|Douro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada
|Peterborough, Ontario, Canada
|advice, family life
|1872: January 9
To Frances Stewart (Bun), "At Mr. Andersons"
9 Jan'y 1872
My dearest Frances
You see I don't call you Lillie because I don't think you look like a Lily unless you have changed since I saw you. I have been long wanting to write to you but some way or other these days have been both darker & shorter than usual and I am every day growing older and slower in doing & thinking
and more particularly in writing. But still I felt that your very nice letter deserved a good answer. I assure you my own dear Bun, it gave me very great pleasure to have a letter from you and it is so beautifully written. I hope you will try to keep up your writing for you write better than any of the girls I have round here and I was quite surprised to see you could write and spell so well. Try & write some every day & don't get the way of scribbling that all the other girls have for it is so ladylike to be able to write nicely.
So dear write to me whenever you can that I may see you are not going back Thanks also for that hymn, the LVIII Paraphase. It was sung at your
dear dear Papa's funeral & it always brings that day back to my heart and
mind. I never can forget it. I hope you are very happy. I am sure you must
be so as Mr. & Mrs. Anderson are so kind and have been so kind to Tom
& so fond of dear Willie. Oh how I would like to see you all again and give
each of you a big squeeze, close to my heart, with half a dozen kisses....
We had a very quiet Christmas it seemed, but a small party without
your two families. Indeed we often miss you all & wish you were not so
far away but we can't help that and hope to meet where there will be no
more parting or sorrow. I heard from Min that you were all out skating
on Christmas Day. I don't think any of our folks skated any that day but
the boys go out in the evenings sometimes....
I wonder when Mamma will be home. How does she like Chicago. I
think I will write to her tonight if I don't grow too sleepy. So I will now
shut up this and turn my attentions to her, but am always & ever,
Your own loving Grandma,
[Frances added the following notation about the addressee] "Miss Stewart at
Mr. Andersons, commonly called Bun or Lillie or Frances — hv me."
[in pencil in another hand] Thursday Sept. 29th 1881