Letter from C. H. Little to Candace Little, January 11, 1940
Little, Carroll Herman, Author
Little, Candace
, Recipient
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Typewritten letter from Carroll Herman Little to his mother, Candace Little, on January 11, 1940. Little describes the weather, swimming, various animals, and exams at the Evangelical Lutheran Seminary of Canada and Waterloo College.
Carroll Herman Little (1872-1958) was a Lutheran pastor, and a professor and administrator at the Evangelical Lutheran Seminary of Canada (now Waterloo Lutheran Seminary) in Waterloo, Ontario.

Little was born in Hickory, North Carolina in 1872. He was the eldest of ten children born to Rev. Marcus Lafayette Little (1848-1891) and Candace Mary Almetta Herman (1848-1947). Marcus L. Little, a Lutheran pastor and educator, was killed in a train accident in Newton, North Carolina on February 16, 1891.

C. H. Little received his early education and work experience in North Carolina, graduating from Gaston College in 1889. From 1888-1891 Little worked as editor of a newspaper founded by his father in Dallas, North Carolina. He also taught in North Carolina schools. After his father’s death, Little entered Roanoke College in Virginia, graduating with a BA (Classics) in 1893. From 1897-1898 he was enrolled in post-graduate studies in the Classics Department at John Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland.

In 1901 Little graduated from Mount Airy Theological Seminary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Following in his father’s footsteps, C. H. Little was ordained by the Ministerium of Pennsylvania on June 3, 1901. After ordination he accepted a call to the Nova Scotia Synod, serving as pastor in the New Germany parish from 1901-1909, and the Mahone Bay parish from 1909-1911. From 1911-1914 he was housefather of Bethany Orphans’ Home in Bridgewater, Nova Scotia. During this time he also served the Nova Scotia Synod as secretary (1904-1909), president (1911-1914) and editor of the Nova Scotia Lutheran (1907-1911). In 1914 Little was recognized with an honorary Doctor of Divinity from Lenoir Rhyne College in Hickory, North Carolina. Little left Nova Scotia in 1914 when he accepted a call to the St. Lawrence Parish in Morrisburg, Ontario.

In 1917 C. H. Little accepted a teaching position at the Evangelical Lutheran Seminary of Canada (now Waterloo Lutheran Seminary) in Waterloo, Ontario. He remained at the Seminary for the rest of his career, retiring in 1947. In addition to his responsibilities as professor, Little also held various administrative roles including acting President, 1918-1920, 1929-1931, and 1942-44; Bursar, 1918-1933; and Dean, 1920-1927. Little continued to pursue his own education through correspondence studies with the Chicago Lutheran Seminary, receiving the degrees of BD and STM in 1924, and an STD in 1928.

Publications authored by C. H. Little include New Testament handbook (1941), Lutheran confessional theology : a presentation of the doctrines of the Augsburg Confession and the Formula of concord (1943) and Explanation of the book of Revelation (1950). He was a long time contributor to the Canada Lutheran, and held editorial positions for the publication.

Carroll Herman Little married Edith Blanche “Bonnie” DeLong (1888-1974) on September 9, 1908 in Nova Scotia. They had ten children: Carolus DeLong, Herman Luther, Marion, Arthur Bernard, Robert Paul, Margaret Eileen, Ruth, Catharine, Florence, and John Frederick.

Carroll Herman Little died in Waterloo, Ontario on March 31, 1958.

Transcribed by DH300 class, Winter Term 2018.
Date of Original
Jan. 11, 1940
Width: 21.5 cm
Height: 28 cm
Local identifier
Carroll Herman Little fonds
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Geographic Coverage
  • Ontario, Canada
    Latitude: 43.4668 Longitude: -80.51639
Copyright Statement
Public domain: Copyright has expired according to Canadian law. No restrictions on use.
Recommended Citation
Carroll Herman Little letter, 11 January 1940, Carroll Herman Little fonds, Wilfrid Laurier University Archives & Special Collections, Wilfrid Laurier University
Reproduction Notes
U242 Disc11
Wilfrid Laurier University Library
Agency street/mail address:

75 University Avenue West, Waterloo, ON Canada N2L 3C5

Full Text

170 Albert St., Waterloo, Ont.

Jan. 11, 1940.

Dear Mother:

If this letter doesn’t get off on the eagle-winged train and reach you around the first instead of the middle of the week, don’t blame me, but put the blame on the lesser Littles, to whom it belongs because they don’t start their letters in time. We are having a lovely day to-day: it is nice and bright and sunshiny, and the freshly fallen snow sheds a radiant lustre on all the earth below. And yet it is not too cold – not as cold, for instance, as it was down your way when Pearl wrote your letter. Our thermometer, instead of standing around the dozen above zero has been standing fairly steadily around the score above. Just to show you how nice and warm it is up here, I herewith inform you that I was out for my swim early this morning, which was the 11th swim in the month of January, which I think is an all-time record for me as far as this first month in the year is concerned. The prospects are thst I will get in to-morrow yet; and in case I do, that will make up for all the days I missed in December on account of the impenetrable or impassable depth of the snow. While we have several inches of snow now, it is lying on a level and looks like a great white sheet covering the ugly nakedness of the ground. Just now as I glanced up from my typewriter I saw a big black squirrel running along the telephone wires as securely and as gracefully as if it had been running on the broad, broad ground. It was a sight for sore eyes. This is also the case with the grey squirrel that comes even into the house and eats the goobers out of Bonnie’s hand or lap. I don’t think you have any so tame down in the Carolinas; but up here nobody shoots them and nobody eats them: they say that they are ratite animals, and that they would just as soon eat rats. This morning when I was down in the bushes I saw a pheasant, a large partridge with a long sleek tail. It was quite shy, but wobbled gracefully away till it was lost to sight in the underbrush. This morning we received a letter from Robert, and learned to our astonishment that he had been suddenly transferred from Toronto to Chatham, which is some 140 odd miles west of

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here, and about 65 miles from London, which is about midway between London and Windsor, Windsor being the next door neighbour to Detroit which lies in the state of Michigan, if I have my geography straight. He doesn’t like his transfer, and will not be able to get home for the week-ends any more; and he says that he will jump at the first opportunity to get out of the banking system. However, he says he thinks he will hold on until after his three or four months military training is over; at which time he hopes to have a little money saved up with which to carry him over until he gets a new job. But I think he had better stay in the bank until he lands a permanent job elsewhere, as otherwise he would be one of the first to be drafted into the army, which most likely will prove more unpleasant even than banking, especially if they should be sent across the waters to be butchered up on the high seas or in Europe. The cost of living is already advancing; and as the war is prolonged it will advance more and more; and hard times are sure to be in the offing. It is all too bad, but we can’t help it, and it is up to us to make the best of it. In the College and Seminary we are starting the two-week long First Semestre Exams, beginning on Monday. After they are over we will enter the Second Semestre, or the homestretch of the present scholastic year. Tempus fugit, as old Dr. Fry use to say; and I am beginning to realise it more and more as I approach ever more closely to the threescore and ten mark. Just now I am on a sort of pre-lenten fast. I gave up smoking last Sunday and haven’t had a taste of tobacco since. I thought it would be for my good to abstain for a while; but as yet I haven’t set any limit as to how far the absention would go. So maybe the next time I write you I may be smoking again, and maybe not. Bonnie is still busy knitting socks for the soldiers, doing both her part and mind toward the winning of the war. But I have now reached my limit. Wishing you every blessing and health and happiness through the year that has just begun, I am, with love from us all,

Most sincerely yours,

[signed] Carroll

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Letter from C. H. Little to Candace Little, January 11, 1940

Typewritten letter from Carroll Herman Little to his mother, Candace Little, on January 11, 1940. Little describes the weather, swimming, various animals, and exams at the Evangelical Lutheran Seminary of Canada and Waterloo College.