W6687 TO REV. CALVIN MCQUESTEN, B.A. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Jul 3 1911
To: Calvin McQuesten Staney Brae Muskoka
From: Bayfield Ontario
My dear Calvin,
You will feel yourself sadly neglected, but the weather has been so fearfully warm that I was incapacitated for letter writing. Yesterday (Sabbath) was a terrible day, I was disappointed because I fancied it was never so hot up here and I wonder if Staney Brae would have been better for us. However we went twice to church; they have a most superior minister a young married man from Scotland a graduate of Edinboro [sic]. How he landed here is a mystery; has a good presence, fine accent, uses excellent language and preaches a true gospel sermon. Two elders were ordained and he gave excellent addresses to them and to the people.
The day we journeyed here was perfectly delightful, so cool. We had to wait at noon for over an hour in Stratford, so we walked through centre of the town and took a cup of coffee and rolls at the station lunch counter. Edna was in great form and enjoyed every thing. It was fortunate for we were a long time on the way. The drive from Clinton here is a most beautiful one, we had a most comfortable carriage with top, and good horses, and the ten miles seemed all too short. It is a very quiet place certainly, but there are pretty walks, if it was only cool for us to take them. Yesterday the President of the W.F.M.S. besought me to speak to the Auxiliary on Thursday. I shall have to fall back on what I saw in the West, for I cannot think these days. Was glad to hear from Edna's letter you were feeling so well. I do believe there is no place like Muskoka, if you can find the right place. Has Miss McKenzie any spare rooms? I fancy you have a reduced rate. I rather hesitate bringing Hilda here it is seven dollars and so stupid. We do not even see the Globe. However I think Edna and I will be able to put in the time pleasantly as soon as this hot wave has passed over for surely it has not come to stay. We have a pleasant place for our hammocks under some beautiful trees. Saturday morning as Mrs. Turnbull had wanted the measurement of a table we walked over to the Park. It turned out to be a long walk. Crowds of country people were there having picnics. I am afraid the Turnbulls will not like it at all. Cottages so close together and so small. I just pity Mrs. T., no privacy at all. Well, I must close Cal dear, am thankful you are in a comfortable place. Edna joins in much love.
Your loving mother