|Collection||Kate Strong Historical Library|
|Dates of Creation||1881/12/13|
|Scope & Content||
Glen Cove Dec. 18th 1881
My Dear Aunt Neppy,
Your picture does not flatter you a bit. Yet it is very welcome to your Uncle John and he will prize it for your sake and your thoughtfulness of him. I who have always been a tender shoot, and but for kindly neighboring shelter, had long since dropped off the family tree and fallen to decay - have lived to see its branches wither, and its leaves fade one by one until it has fairly put on the garb of winter - for me I say; as I look upon your picture with pleasant recollections of you, it is grateful to feel there is yet a bird of promise in the topmost branch. "The Daisy of four years ago has lost none of its petals
[Seems]? to say "Love me? love me not? Love me."
So children do with daisies play.
Pulling leaf by leaf away
Counting alternately to see
If the one I love, loves me? loves me not, loves me"
But Malcolm, can tell you the story better than I can. He knows it by heart - I have only read it in books and looks - by brooks in nooks- imperfectly.
I am glad that you and your cousin Mary Rice Archdeacon keep alive the relationship between you. She is a dear sweet child, generous beyond her strength, even forgetting self in her mind, feelings of others - much like her mother, whom had you ever seen you would have loved.
She was your father's sister. Julia and Malcolm (the first and last-) and best
Now I think your father "believes" that I owe him a letter, and no doubt he thinks that I "believe" so to. But he also knows better than you do how difficult it has ever been for me to get my thoughts to run down a penhandle and stick on a piece of white paper. It is indeed no very hard matter to get them on the "stick"- but when they reach the pen they "jump" the paper and disappear.
Tell him it is thus that many a happy thought of him has failed to be recorded save in the heart of his brother John. It has been my purpose to write him, ever since our mutual loss-(in the death of our dear, meek and Christian
Mother, whom we both loved more than we are accredited for in the so called "Mount family") but I have failed to do so from a habit of failing in what ever I attempt to do. In fact I am ashamed not to have acknowledged his hospitality and kindness to young "Bond" whose mother hunted the village to find me, and tell her gratitude (which seemed to be boundless) and to make me promise to send to Malcolm in all sincerity the feelings of a mother's heart for his kindness to her son.
Indeed she painted me a picture of brother Mac, in which he stood before me in the beauty of innate benevolence. Notwithstanding I can see him quite plainly in my minds eye - a photograph would be very acceptable to Yours-
With love to Ma & Pa affectionately-
P.S. Mr. & Mrs. Searing
Wish to be remembered as do also ___________I have not heard from
|Notes||difficult to read - written from Glen Cove|