New Germany, N.S.,
April 9, 1908
Dear Mother:
As it has been a week since I wrote you last I will try to give you a few lines more tonight, but as it is already late I will not promise you a very extended letter. It is about 10:30 and in a half hour it will be my bed time and it will take some hustling to pen much of a letter in that time. I was as usual up at my father-in-law’s tonight, but as they had choir practice I didn’t have much of a show with my Bonnie. She told me though, as I was on the point of leaving, to give her love to ‘mother Little’. Herbert and family came up last Saturday morning. Bonnie went with me to meet them at the train and had me bring them down to her place and kept them there nearly all the time they were up. Bessie and Herbert both said that they enjoyed their trip very much and I am sure they were well treated at Mr. de Long’s. Herbert preached for me all around Sunday, which gave me a day off as far as preaching went. But I was pretty tired from riding in a waggon, not being used to that mode of locomotion. The day was quite fine overhead and we had good congregations all around. I gave Herbert the collection for his trouble. After taking his expenses out he turned them over to the Home. I had intended preaching at Woodstock, but he said he wasn’t very tired and would just as soon preach as not and so I let him do so. After service we drove a couple miles for a baptism which I was called upon to perform. I had another in the same section next morning. And after making a number of calls, we started for home arriving here
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at about six o’clock Monday evening. Herbert and family returned home Tuesday morning. I have been rather busy this week with my work on the paper and as a consequence I haven’t got my sermon work for Sunday done yet. The paper takes up a good deal of my time and then I can’t do justice to it. I feel like throwing things overboard some times. With three practices a week and a catechetical class I find my time very much broken into, and I hardly know which way to turn sometimes. We started our Sunday School last Sunday. It was a very cold day and snow squally in the morning, so we had only about a dozen out, but have the promise of a number more for next Sunday if the weather is fine. So far April has been away ahead of March for rough weather. It was snowing, you remember, when I wrote you last week. Well sufficient snow fell to make pretty fair sleighing out Friday and in the afternoon of that day I drove Bonnie down to the Church in the sleigh and Saturday I drove her and Bessie both down. The going was pretty good on both those days but by Sunday morning it was pretty bare again. It has been snowing all day today, but the ground was not in condition to hold it, and it scarcely made it white. Tonight, however, it turned quite cold again and is freezing hard. There is also a heavy wind which whistles as though it were the dead of winter. And apart from the robins, sparrows and other birds that are here there is little to indicate that spring is at hand. But I guess I will have to stop here for this time. With love and all good wishes, I am
Most Sincerely yours,
[signed] Carroll H. Little
