|Title||Letter from W. Dodge to Mrs. Matthews|
|Year Range from||1918.0|
|Year Range to||1920.0|
Three page letter (second page written on both sides) from W. Dodge to Mrs. Matthews. The letter is hand written in black ink on cream paper. There is no date on the letter.
.1 page 1
.2 pages 2 and 3
"351 Fifth Ave.
Dear Mrs. Matthews,
Just a few lines in answer to your kind and welcome letter, and also the booklet, for which I thank you very much. I am enclosing a few snaps but I don't think they will be much good but if you like them, you will be welcome to them. I am sending you one of myself, on the back of which is written a verse, written by a fellow in France, supposed to conclude Col. McCrae's's poem, which I think is good, and may interest you.
Col. McCrae was a real soldier, but sometimes I think he carried it too far, for he would have a cold water bath every morning, and sometimes I had to break the ice for him to get it, shave in cold water, and always seemed to refuse any comfort that I may have been able to obtain. We were both South African war veterans and once Princess Mary was admiring Bonfire, and whispered in the Colonel's ear. He afterwards told me that she wanted to know if I had been his servant since the Boer War. After the funeral, General Dawson, the King's physician told me to bring Bonfire around to his residence for his usual lump of sugar. I did so, and he talked with me about the Colonel, for quite a while, and I believe it was him that attended the Col. in Wimereaux Hospital. One time I showed the Col. my wife's picture in nurse's uniform, and he said she seemed very familiar to me, but it was not until I returned home that I found they had attended the same case of Mrs. Hughes invalid son at St. Annes de Bellevue. Mrs. Hughes was the daughter of Judge Falconbridge of Toronto. Col. Elder and Col. McCrae were great old rivals in the medical profession and had some great arguments at times, but I well remember the night, we went to the phone together, to enquire how Col. McCrae was, and he turned to me with a broken voice, and said "He is dead Dodge", and we both went away blubbering like two school children. every morning the Col. used to visit the stable, and always brought a couple of lumps of sugar for Bonfire, and the morning after his death, the old horse suddenly turned to the stable door, about the usual time, and stared, as if he could see him, and whinnied. I have always had a superstitious feeling that a person can always watch over anything he loves, and I felt very bad at the time. I packed all the Col.'s kit into a box after his death and a relation of his came for it, but I heard afterwards that the ship had been sunk which conveyed it. Well, I think this is all I can think of now, so I will now conclude, thanking you once again for the booklet, which I read with great interest,
Matthews, Jeannie McCrae
Dodge, William (Private)
|Dimensions||28.2 cm l x 20.8 cm w|