117 Second Street
Watkins, New York
March 31, 1925.
Now as I write, dear cousins, my thoughts go from West to East, from North to South, and with fancy unrestrained I can see the scattered family I am speaking to "All one body we", but different members. I can see each one. Some still with many cares, right in the midst of life and its strife. Others there are who have rowed hard, have passed midstream, and are nearing the quiet waters of the shore, and my picture does not exclude those who have passed to the "Great Beyond". We who remain, I believe, are trying to do our best; and it is trying for the best that tells the story to the end. "It is the set of the sails, and not the gales, that tells which way they go."
This is the last day of March, just such a "last of March" day as I have seen many times. Particles of snow in the air, a raw north wind boisterously proclaiming its virtues in its efforts to dry up the muddy streets. But we know April will be here tomorrow, and soon real spring. I have really enjoyed the winter. It has not seemed so long. I have been able to go out until the last two weeks when I have been afflicted with a bad cold, but that is now much better. As soon as the early warm days come I'll be running around as usual; and as I look back, I almost wonder where the winter has gone.
Brother Ed and sister Em were with me most of the time from October first until January fifth. Then George made me a visit which, though short, was sweet; and Myra with her little boy was with me through March. I have missed Charlie's frequent visits, but have heard from him often.
Last summer, like the year before, I was with the children in New Jersey, seeing and enjoying many things. Not the least of the pleasures were the trips to the shore with Myra and family. I love to sit and watch "the wild waves". I did not go in "all over", but I waded in till a wave almost knocked me over, when I ran for shore.
I enjoy having my own home and quiet, and I love to have you folks visit me here. As long as God gives me strength to care for myself, I shall remain where I am.
Not a day passes but I think "Oh, if that cherished companionship of nearly half a century might have lasted for but a few more brief years!" And then I realize it is a selfish thought. It was not so to be. My legacy of life's blessings has been bounteous. If there were not some restriction I might not be able to sympathize as I now do with some of those whose loved ones have been more untimely called.
Those of us who were at the Cousins Dinner with Brother Charlie and
family I think enjoyed the visit, and scenery and the little side trips
which many took. Those who were with
Charlie [Mowrey] and
Laura also reported a good time. Some, I hear, attended both
places1. It was a very nice arrangement for those who did not
go to Charlie's to meet in
another place, and I hope, like the "Old
School" and the "New School" Presbyterians, we shall all come
together again at Minnie Clark's
Till then goodbye, and love to all,
COUSIN EMMA E. BUCK.
1. 1924 was the first, and only, time a "Cousins Dinner" was held that far from Nelson. Laura organized an alternate, "local" event for those who couldn't, or didn't want to travel to Charlie Congdon's summer home near Stroudsburg, PA.
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