Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1908-11-25
Dear NJ. b. Friends.
A. L. Tut6s.

Dear ". B. Friends:
think it is Peggy to whom we are in
debted for the Thanksgiving poem above,
and l hope, as you read it land quite like
ly some of you will on the 26 inst.l you
will find some thought or sentiment in it
to which your heart will respond.
Some way, Thanksgiving, more than
any day in the year, brings past things to
mind. Doubtless this fact is more allied
to those who were born or reared in New
England, for here it originated, and among
the descendants of those who instituted
the first Thanksgiving, the spirit of their
ancestors has to some degree been perpet-
uated.
Wherever the New Englanders may be
found land where are they not?) the mem
ton of Thanksgiving briggs vision of the
past which will never be obliterated from
their minds-the old home, the faces at
| the home fireside, the table with its feast
of good things, the kindly grandmother
| with choice bits for the little ones; the
| dignihed but genial grandfather serving
each with pride in them all, the attentive
| aunties, the happy faced children, the So
cial chat, the good-byes as the night shad-
ows begin to fall on the day OF family re-
union-all these may only be memories,
and though, as they are recalled, a wave of
sadness sweeps over the heart, no one
would want the pictures OF those bright
hours and old home scenes to pass into
oblivion.
| A letter from N. l.. H. is very welcome,
as il has been a long time since we heard
from her.
| Dea, AUNT Madqe and u. B. Sisters:
! Good evening. hope you are well, all ye
sick ones, and able to enjoy as much as one
can these duh November days.
Yes! had delightful chat with II. o. b..
| and she helped me to remember that / ought
to add my mite to the column, but have the
| same excuse which others use-"the letters
/ which we have from week to week are Sc
much better than any can write" live fai
away from the NJ. BIS, and you know one
loses courage after awhile if they have to stay
in one small corner all the time.
1 Now that reminds me of what was reading
| last Sunday-having no meeting to go to, /
| read all I can Of the uplifting things which
| are written-"The Saint of Second Avenue
| 1t is of the wonderful life of Mrs. Bella Cooke
who for fifty years has lain upon a bed Of
pain and weakness. and yet is full of love ant
cheer. The story of her sorrows is told in the
| two volumes of her life, "Rifted Clouds" on.
of the most thrilling chronicles of human
suffering. ] hope some time to be able to hav,
those books and read them.
| l thought of you many times the day of tn,
reunion, but the fires at that time were tn,
most we were thinking Of. had heard O
| DelPs home new. old home - being il
danger, but Brooksville claimed our attention
| at that time. Relatives of mine were in grea
danger and working hard. Sadie has beer
very kind and thoughtful toward me, and wa
influential in having Grandma G. write on
of her good letters to me.
Aunt Maria, your John must be of differen
makeup than the rest of the Johns, afte
the experience Of 1907 which you went through
to try again this year, or do you inspire hin
with your go-ahead-ativeness? What mic
poem NJ. A. B. had in the last weeks column
/ remembersher as a little girl going to school
| ! fear TO write more, as the waste baske