My Grandfather wrote a letter, that was not opened until after his death.  The letter was given to my step-mother.

JUST REMINISCING

Some of the past is somewhat vague, from age 3 years to age 7 years. I lived in New Brunswick. It was on a very small farm of which was mostly granite, So, that meant Dad and my uncle worked away from home most of the time. So, that left mother, and my sister and me alone. I was 3 and my sister was 5, But, it wasn't too bad as we had an uncle just across the road.

At 4 I started to school with my sister and the neighbor's children. The distance was maybe 3/4 of a mile. It was pleasant in the summer, but winter was a different thing. If the snow plow didn't though we had to stay at home. That's when little differences happen. My sister and I was playing up stairs, and if any could get into a mess, It was always mine.

In the past there was always register in the floor to permit heat to rise from down stairs. It had been plastered over (of course it had to be over the dining room table. I don't know the cover happened to be off upstairs. Anyway, I was walking backwards hauling my sister's doll. Before my sister could stop me it happened I shoved my foot in the hole down through plaster - What a mess on the dining room table. Well things will happen.

Things that happened when I was very, very young.. I'll start when I was at the age of three years of age.

To begin, I was one of a family of seven children, next to the youngest. My father had passed away and mother was left with the seven of us. It grieved her of course to break up the family, but then seemed that nothing else could be done. As I was so young and didn't know too much about the rest of my brothers and sisters, until later years.

So starts the beginning of a new life for me.

One day my mother called on the family, that was soon to become my new parents and the beginning of a new life.

When mother call and had made a visit and was about to leave. Now my dad- said he wished he had a boy like me. Mother said that was the main purpose of her visit. I was too young to remember just where I was living at that time. The next I knew I was riding to my further home.

My farther's parents lived on a small farm in New Brunswick. They had a daughter two years older and as two young children it didn't take us too long to get acquainted.

- CHARLES HENRY HOWE (BOONE)