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Title: Stewart, Frances to McNabb (Stewart), Louisa, 1862
CollectionRevisiting Our Forest Home, The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki]
SenderStewart, Frances
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationhousewife
Sender Religionunknown
OriginDouro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada
DestinationPeterborough, Ontario, Canada
RecipientMcNabb (Stewart), Louisa
Recipient Genderfemale
Relationshipmother-in-law - daughter-in-law
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Word Count356
Genrefamily, family life
Transcript1862: 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