1920

Nov. 6th

Dear Willy

I have been reading over your letter sent me when you were away on your vacation. How I love that, yes I do love you and admire something of you, etc. etc. it is a sweet letter cram full of interest. I could throw my heart right open to you to you this instant. How sweet you write of Irving, of Dear Pop, of Dear Godwin and of Rosita, also was wonderfull in her pure nature and you. Dearly I love you! I am half frightened as you may believe at the fact that I am bereft of so much brought face to face, with the stern verities of nature somehow I have not understood. I have lived close to the sacred things and I have not understood them. We never can I know there is a world of meaning in each line I feel it. And I must wait there must be a meaning.

Dear Willy, my heart is calling out now, this moment, are you thinking of me tonight November 6 and is my spirit vibrant with yours. We are having stormy weather, there is nothing to tell you but this time I must write and hope all is well with you - will be. If you drop me a line I will be glad. Much love to all.

Your loving Gram

E. Wellcome

August 26 - 1921

My dear son Willie

I like to get your letters - you speak of love you can imagine if I need some from my children! Love is the seed of life, with it we grow luxuriant in the midst of poverty and without it we rot in the midst of great wealth an luxury.

Edgar came like a comet arrived at 8:30 p.m. and vanished the next morning about the same time; we sat about twenty minutes on the rocks. He was very tired considering the house cleaning he did at home beside doing his own business.

The moon was not at her best. The weather is glorious at present; the general exclamation is: too bad that soon we have to leave (people that have children that have to go to school.)

I don't know why it comes to my mind, the times in the vital things in my life, when near getting the things I desired - like unto Tantalus, it would be so, that I could not reach it. Like being suddenly awakened from a nice dream without seen the end. Want of antagonism? Perhaps. I am not aggressive it is not in my nature; when someone take advantage of me I can see it like white thred on black cloth, and though feeling indignant at the time with the offender I then analize human nature, - it intereses me very much - and then I pardon their selfishness at the cost of a bit more of desillusion on my part.

I could no more take advantage of anyone than I could take the moon with my hands, I would do more harm to myself than I would to them. - And I know that it is a capital falt. Beside depreciating myself all my life I have been taken for a consum-

mate fool not to use stronger language.

With my abnormal sensibility and sensitiveness, a word of en-
couragement would carry me far and a word of discouragent would sink
me deep. Poop Pop, I believe he loved me - But this is another
story - He did excel in many qualitys but he was not endowed with
the knack to give me my place and to pull me out of my melancholy
spirit. That is enough of personal. It is all buried now.

If you want to readfrench novel get "Me. Bauvary" and Salam-
bo - in french - the two best books thatFlaubert everwrote; and
you know his place in literature. Then you can pass them to me.
That's a broad hint.

Did I tell you? Somebody wanted this little shack for the
month of September; in fact another lady was looking for a place.

The Beynons are enloved with the locality here, and they
wanted the cottage for next year. I told the Mrs. that you had
already engaged it. Then she replyed, well ifthey come in July
perhaps we can make some arrangement to come any how, "we will see
you during the winter."

It hurts me to throw Willie A. out of his, no, the room he
has lived since he was a child. I lieve it to you to make him un-
derstand reason to his advantage. I am thinking that Edgar might
be a little to hard according with the right indignation he feels.
Make the boy understand. A man has to make aposition in life, he
is not going to have little jobs at his command during the winter
and if he is not fit for a gentleman's position (as he is convinced
he is one) he will have to be a laborer and nothing else; he is a
firm believer of castes.

I guess he believes that I should be indulgent with him
and to say that the boy is bright! Like the Spaniard say:
"no tiene un pelo de tanto" but he has not been brought up
properly and has not mixed in any intellectual society his world
is this village or town or whatever it is. He is an natural
as any domestic animal but sophistical is his name.

You know Pauline Attoval? She has a crush on you, poor
girl, she has a very interesting face with her roman shaped nose and
her languide expression. She said speaking of you: "No wonder
if his wife loves him I would loved him too, I wish he lived
near so that I could see him some time."

She is having keropractice treatment and sais she is much
better. She can lean on her back without feeling pain and can
walk better; I just went once to see them.

I myself feel much better. I would not like to part with
this place, the air and the salt baths agrees very much to im-
prove my health. I like it very much.

Now I am tired writing. I hope you don't need any rhetori-
cal phrases to be able to understand me.

You have my great love son pure and solid.

Mother

Extend my love toFlorence and the precious boys.

Last Sunday the habitué Eliot, Billie A. and Elionor went
fishing. They caught several but not the good kind. Elionor said
she would not take the trouble to clean them, gave them away, blue
fish are not to be have yet.

Affectionate remembrance to Florence and Sonny Billie.

With love

Mother

Sunday, September 16

Very dear son Willie

My mind is never still years roll in their natural course, we
grow old in the physical body, but the heart never grows old; although
the soul may be weary.

This is only a salutation at your birthday wishing all good
things to you with a great loving heart and an imaginary hug.

Mother

P. S. I am interrupted all the time. Will write another day.

September 18

Dear son Will

I want to know if you can come next Monday to take us home and
close the cottages for the summer. Billy and Eleonor have not been
able to move yet. I will explain when I see you.

Mrs. Wieland said to me last night they could move Sunday.
(I hope she keep her word this time.) Well, in that case I can call
the Gas Company to remove the meters on Monday next.

I will write Edgar also to see if he can come and do the job
instead of you.

I wonder if Florence wants those beautiful grapes you remember?
You will have to pick them for her, they are beautiful and will make
fine jelly, take them.

I will write for your answer soon.

With love,

Mother