W-MCP2-4.066 TO THOMAS B. MCQUESTEN, ESQ. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Jul 14 1904
To: Thomas McQuesten Quyon, Quebec
My dearest boy,
Your letter has not come this week and I have been missing it very much. Yesterday Edna finished her exams, it was a great relief to us all, I can assure you, she was greatly delighted with the papers, as she felt quite able for them, except the physics, but she thought she made enough on it to pass her, but the Greek has been most satisfactory and she was the only student so the room was quiet and she was quite at ease. In the afternoon, she went off on the Turbinia to Winnie Gartshore. Mr. Gartshore called on Tuesday evening, he had come up to be with his brother, who died yesterday morning, Jessie had been cabled, but she could not reach here before to-day. He died of chlorosis (hardening) of the back, it seems he was a very high liver, ate and drank a great deal.
As you have hard out-door work, no doubt you can use a good deal of food but it does not do to over-eat. So you must be careful and not abuse a good stomach. We heard from Calvin with a photo of three braves in dancing costume. I hope you have not had so much rain as we have, or have you got some oil-skins. It makes the weeds grow at a great rate.
Mainevaring [sic] did the paths round this morning in about 2 ½ hours, now he is hoeing round tomatoes, a sold mass of grass. I weeded all morning in the front, I always want to sell the place when I do, it is such a hard job, but everyone is so busy & it promises to be warm. The cherries are ripe, not many but very fine. How I wish you could have some! Ruby & Mary had to climb the tree. It has kept so cool, we have not taken ice yet.
Emily Colquhoun has been bidding us good-bye. She goes to-morrow to Yonkers on the Hudson to the Hospital there. So sorry she has to go before the summer. Helen Locke is the only friend left. Mrs. Vincent & Jean left for Chicago on Tuesday. I think you know Mr. Town had given up business in Pen-Yan & taken a position in Chicago, do not know what. So much had to be paid to mother and sister out of the business that the anxiety of carrying it on was not worth while. I would like to send you a newspaper but it would be only once a week. I suppose it would reach you.
Well, dearie, I do seem to have any more news [sic] and must take a rest. Hope you are safe and well my darling boy. With fondest love.
Your loving mother
[P.S.] No class list has ever come yet.
[Clipping Enclosed: "To Err is Human" about Hon. John M. Gibson who corrected a literary error in The Globe and made one himself].