Yvonne's '67 Letter, Waterloo

Waterloo, January 5, 1968

DearArthur,
Dear Emilienne,

You were probably surprised to have not heard from me sooner, but I was very sick, in bed, during the month of December. Too much work and worrying. It's going a little better now. I still want to work as if I was twenty years old. But that's no longer possible at 70. Thank you both for wishing me well. Octave, Maurice and myself extend the same with all our hearts to you and your children. I'm so delighted to know of your happiness with Robert's beautiful family. How fortunate you are not alone. It's not quite the same with Octave and myself. We have no one. (However, any visits to us are still greatly appreciated.) But for the now it's just better not to think about it. Regarding the cinema and the land, we've decided to put it all up for sale—my brother and I deserve a good rest from it all. I'll keep you posted.

Maurice is still hanging in there. The weather does not really help his condition—it's raining and we've already had quite a bit of snow. This humidity is really not good for him. We're keeping warm, But it's tough having to depend on someone who is sickly to care for me. Some bad news: Paulette, the youngest daughter of Aunt Alida, passed away almost one month ago. I learned of her death from the husband of Laure, her sister. That's all I know about it. I haven't seen Paul Yiltscta since his wife died, I know that his son Alain has married. That's all the news. I recently receIved a New Years card from Dalia, the daughter of Uncle Octave, and also from Ermilienne, the daughter of Uncle Daniel. Beyond that, I never really see them. I received your letter on December 27th that you had posted on the 5th. I'll close my letter here. Please don't forget when you write to send my affections to Robert and to the two of youI send my love.

Yvonne, Octave, Maurice

[p.s] also send our best wishes Aime' and his wife. You didn't mention them in your letter.