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Emma to Joe, 27 October 1920

Wednesday 27th Oct 1920 My Dear Son, I hope you won't think I am indifferent or slow to answer your call - your letter just got here Monday afternoon and I was laid up yesterday and anyway it wasn't any use to write til I could say something.  Papa is off to Oshawa this morning and when he gets home I'll know just what can be done in your behalf. If we had the ready money we'd send you some but all we can scrape up - milk cheques, etc. has to go to pay apple-pickers this week - over $100. I guess by the time they're done and of course we get no returns from our apples till mid-winter or whenever the Association disposes of them. However we can't see you stuck. I hope you've been able to "Hang tough" till this reaches you. 3 PM Papa just got home no other way presenting itself for relieving the situation - he wrote to Uncle Stan asking him to give you what help you need and you can arrange to repay him when payday arrives - Knowing I was...

Emma to Joe, 10 December 1918

  Maple Lane 10th Dec. 1918 My Dear Joe, I guess I've time for a little letter before I start to make our daily pie. Doris wrote Sunday and was slightly vexed when she got home from school last night to find it had not been mailed. Beulah got your letter yesterday. We'll send the skates today and maybe the boots too - you took 'em apart last Spring to wear the boots to football practise - remember? I'd think the boots are too small for you now. But if we can make a decent parcel of them we'll send them along. We are having fine, clear, frosty weather here now. It ought to spoil "the flu". But there isn't snow enough for sleighing.  Last Wednesday Papa took me over to Stainton's to a Ladies' Aid meeting in the cutter and Friday night Beulah went to Oshawa station to meet Uncle Anson (C.N.R. express trains won't stop at Solina now.) with the cutter - but it was just about as good wheeling and the roads are quite bare now. Pap...