Sept. 2, 1943
Dear Dick, I think it is just a week since I last wrote to you and now another week has gone by, both eventful and troublesome.
On Friday the 27th, both Uncles went to town for new ration books and Roy went down with John Fleming so he could get home quicker. Dad cut the little barley fields around the yard and rain stopped him from cutting the Thatcher wheat. On the 28th Dad cut the Thatcher and I finished stooking the Renown. At dinner time Uncle A came down with the mail and Mother read your letter. Aunt Alice had a letter from Aunt May so in the afternoon she walked down to have one of her usual talks with Mother. Dad was cutting and I was stooking when we saw Aunt A go home. About an hour later we quit and when we went in the house found that Mother was feeling bad again. She was sitting in Dad's chair so we put her to bed.
The next morning before breakfast I walked up and got Aunt Alice. She came and sat by the bed but mother was unconscious and I don't think she recognized her. Donald went to Schmidt's on Rusty and phoned for the doctor. Doctor Ford came about 1:00 pm. He had his sister with him. He said that mother had had a stroke and would have to be taken to Balcarres hospital. The doctor took her there in his car. The next morning Donald went to phone again but could get no news. In the afternoon Joy went and heard that mother was no better.
By Tuesday it was raining and made the roads very muddy. I walked to Schmidt's and Mrs. Schmidt phoned for me. They told her that mother was worse. Yesterday morning Uncle Horrie and I went to Schmidt's in the cart and heard that there was no change in mother's condition. In the afternoon Tom North came to Uncle Arthur's after a pup and he offered to drive Aunt A to Schmidt's and phone but things were just the same. This morning Aunt A and Joy went in the cart to phone. Dad was trying to finish cutting and I was stooking when they came back with the sad news that our mother had been taken from us. I know this will hit you hard Dick but it had to be told. We will just have to buck up and be men. Millons of people are having worse troubles and I feel sure that mother will be happy where she is going and she won't feel like a stranger when she is with Grandfather, grandmother and Aunt Emily, Annie, and Daisy.
We would have sent a telegram but at such a time a telegram is a pretty brutal thing and dad thought it might be too much of a shock to you. He didn't think that you would be able to get home in time anyway. He and Uncle H. are going to make the necessary arrangements this afternoon. Uncle H has to go and be a pall bearer at the funeral of Tom Bordass who died suddenly Monday night. Well I guess I haven't time to say more now. I'll tell you the rest when you get home or in the next letter.
Goodbye for now old fellow
From your loving brother, E.W. Nevard
P.S. we think the funeral will be held on Saturday the 4th.
Mary Nevard, lower left.
