W5577 TO [REV.] CALVIN MCQUESTEN from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Jul 30 1906 [approximate date]
To: Calvin McQuesten Macleod, Alberta
From: Bayview Farm, Dorset P.O.
My dearest Cal,
Your letters reach me most regularly, on Saturdays. Have only had one letter (which I sent you) from that good for nothing Tom. Either one has miscarried or he has lost count of the days, and does not realize it takes three days for letters to reach here from Toronto. Our letters go from here by carrier one day to Baysville, the next day to Bracebridge where they meet the train. If they went by boat it would be much quicker. Mr Hendrie died leaving $2,3000,000 and by his will the executors are to insure and keep Holmsted always in repair. Mrs. H. is to receive an annuity of $30,000 and 1/10 of the estate until the first million is distributed and then 1/11 of remainder. The sons and daughters each receive 1/10 until first million is distributed and 1/11. A little was given to servants but no bequests. Mrs. H. ought to be pretty comfortable, Eh? Mr. Silverston came here in his steam launch on Saturday, we did not see him, we were dressing for tea. Mr. Sparks takes care of his cottage when he is away; but it is said here, that they are in debt for everything they never pay and people are waiting to see how long it will last. This year he has brought up a cook and a lot of young chaps. I felt quite disappointed to hear this account. Yesterday we had a very dull day, it rained all day, so we could not go to church and we have no interesting people here. Mr. & Mrs. Johnston went on Saturday. Mrs. J. confessed to R. at the last, they were on their wedding tour. Mary writes so little, that I do not know how she is enjoying it. The last time, she had luckily caught one fish, just in time, as there was only canned salmon for dinner. We really fare very well here, and I fancy she would generally. Jack Sparks, the son at home is a very nice chap, always ready with his canoe in the evening. The oldest son, who lives at Dorset is Sheriff, game-warden, puts up telephones, keeps the telegraph office and runs a steam launch.
Ruby of course "chums" in with everybody. I am afraid E. and I are not so popular. We really feel too lazy. There are a Mr. Macdonald and his wife (he is a tailor in Toronto) her parents Mr. & Mrs. McGregor. Last night we endeavoured to sing some hymns over at the farm house, so discovered they were Knox Church people of Toronto. Mr. McGregor I fancy is an elder, seems a nice old man, so I must talk to him. E. and I are just sitting on our verandah enjoying ourselves, we always have it to ourselves in the morning as others go boating. R. has gone off with some of them. E. is improving all the time, but she does not make up with strangers. But she has begun to read stories now and is very jolly often with us. Tom passed the exam he tried at Varsity for first half of his L.L.B. Hilda wrote that she Helen and Winnie had been picking currants and she now earned $2.00. They were going on a pic-nic at Bondhead. I am sending you a "Record of Xtian work" but I want you to send it to Ruby after she goes back to Ottawa, she wished to have the article on Bishop Hin.
We are afflicted with a mother and son who have rooms above ours, most extraordinary people who will not lie still in the morning but get up at six o'clock and tramp about over our heads. It is so aggravating for the rising horn is not blown till nearly eight and we have plenty of time for dressing afterwards. All the rules here are comfortable! It was most depressing to hear of poor you going to a burial instead of a berry-picking. That is a lamentable country. Here the drawback is there is not a nice walk, one has always to climb rocks, there are pretty woods, but all rocky ground. Ruby has just come back from her boating trip where they found a lot of white water lilies.
Well, I wish I had something off interest to relate, but you know what these places are like. It is the son of Mr. Blackstock who has died recently, that is engaged to Marjorie Jones, "Billy" Blackstock as Tom calls him. With much love from all. By the way do you still enjoy your riding the way you used.
Your loving mother