W-MCP2-4.042 TO THOMAS B. MCQUESTEN, ESQ, B.A. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Feb 7 1907
To: Thomas Baker McQuesten 22 Grosvenor St., Toronto, Ontario
My dearest Tom:
This is a beautiful bright morning, but by no means balmy, indeed this is a very hard winter on the coal and this week alone I have paid out a dollar for snow clearing, there have been too many little falls of snow and having no tenant in the stable is another trouble. However, I am not fretting at all, for poor old Blake says all he has to live on is just what he makes by these odd jobs, so the money is not wasted. Poor old Mr. McLaren has had a fall, I hear, and broke his thigh but have not been up yet to hear particulars. Emily, you know is away at the Sanitarium in Elmira, she has suffered so much with pain in the back of her head.
Herbert Bell came home for a day or two to see his mother, he had gone to Washington to see some books at the Library and was taken with such a violent pain that the doctor of course said it was his appendicitis, so it must have been something else, but he suffered a great deal, poor chap. Whilst there he received a card I had written for his mother and a pencil note from her. Altogether he got worried about her and came home, but has gone back.
Mr. Chisholm was in Ottawa last week, met Ruby at the Smiths and they went to see the Dramatic Contest, have not heard from Ruby yet, the particulars, but I think a Toronto Co. was benefitting. The Hamiltonians "made a great hit," we hear, but the Winnipegers won by an original play. I think myself, indeed, a very iniquitous thing to in any way encourage theatricals, there is far too much attention given to them now, and if this is to be made an annual event, it will be worse than ever.
I noticed the death of an old friend the other day, Jas. Cleland Hamilton, K.C. He was a very gentle inoffensive man, his wife is one of our good mission women.
I think you will have to encourage Edna's writing by writing her and I shall consider it as a letter to myself for I know your time is occupied. I liked young Little very much, he was a nice pleasant chap. I could not think of any other "spats," but perhaps he did but give me right message, whatever it is I can send you, and if you want money for anything you must let me know. With much love dearie.
Your loving Mother
M. B. McQuesten