Mom's letter from Cortes Island circa 1950

The other day I went out to feed the sheep and the ram tried to bunt me.  He was such a timid little thing when he got here and has never acted tough at all, cares nothing if you pick up the lambs but I tried to chase him away from a new mother’s feeding place and he got mad at me.  So now, there is a little fillip of danger.  He stands and glowers at me and I make faces and growl a bit.

Jimmy hurt his eye on Wednesday and is in Campbell River Hospital but is coming home today, I think.  A chunk of wedge flew off and struck his eye when he was bucking logs.  It was very painful, of course, but he decided he wouldn’t need to go to the hospital that night and he went Thursday morning.  He spent a miserable night, and it was much more swollen in the morning, all down the side of his face.  Men!  When they have a little headache or nausea they would gladly let you start a public subscription to get the world’s most famous specialist all the way from Rochester or Vienna to look at them.  But crack a skull open or knock out an eye and their only desire is to hole up like a wounded animal and let Ma Nature heal the torn and bleeding tissue.