
Han was speaking about you; a minute ago. She is all the time guessing, wondering
how Walt is. She recieves all your cards, letters, magazines, books/Antiquary, you
send her. She is not very well: the weather has been hot, although our house is well
shaded with the trees I planted 20 years ago. But I cannot but feel apprehensive
that shall be compelled to give it up: prices of paintings are so low, and no
purchasers, at that. I do not know what she would do, forced to quit her nice home: but
such things will occur, and then it is, at my, or our age, like parting with life
itself: there are times, when pinched by necessity and age, we feel that life is not
worth living for. How well you have endured your trials, (physical) without
complaining.
Han is very nervous: taxes (25) are overdue: every year they are increased – pay no rent, yet taxes are something.
I shall be pleased to see and read your book. My Sister Mrs Coll sends me a little money at times, which buys a load of wood and some groceries. Han says she is a good, good woman.
I experience nervous prostration occasionally. I had a shock this morning: all things seemed rain – life not worth preserving. I am better now – Han would scold me for writing –
Charlie