 W-MCP1-3b.027 TO REV. CALVIN MCQUESTEN, B.A. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten Aug 3 1916 To: Calvin McQuesten Dufferin House Caucuna Quebec From: Oakville My dearest Calvin,
I trust you are liking where you are. We were all talking of you last Friday, thankful that you were not called upon to preach in such weather. Saturday and Sunday the heat was terrific. Tom brought little James Chisholm down and they both seemed nearly done. Tom would hardly speak of heat, he had so little sleep for weeks with the great heat. Monday and Tuesday it was quite cold which was a great relief, but it seems to be coming in again. Hilda went up to do some preserving.
I do not know if I told you what very agreeable neighbours we have in the Catholic. Father Savage his brother and sister, they have a beautiful garden in which the father takes great interest, he is very musical too, has a fine voice, he trained his own choir and we hear them singing very well on Sundays. Yesterday he phoned us that a car was coming at two o'clock and invited us to go with his sister and himself. It was a beautiful car, belonging to a lady from New York, one of the [?] and she had offered it to the Father for the afternoon. So we had a fine time seeing all the fine residences and the fine auto road which runs from Hamilton to Toronto. Then we had tea at the Blue Dragon Inn. I am sure you would quite enjoy the Father, the sister was being chatty too, neither of them very churchy. H. had a letter from Mrs. McBain, who laments over the past and says "it makes me boil when I think of their small ways." Suffering greatly from the heat her garden no good, thinks: "Every bug that the Lord makes is in it, I tell Jack it is not a garden, but a menagerie." I wrote Mrs. McCallum to let us know when the Manse was needed, the weather being so warm would postpone packing as long as possible. Afraid today there is no hurry, first candidate Mr. Mahaffy of Milverton preaches on 6th. So you are to rest as long as you like. E. is waiting to post this. With much love.
Your mother
M.B. McQuesten
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