Title:
Letter from Mary Frances Kellogg to John Muir, [1914 May].
Creator:
Mary Frances Kellogg
Publisher:
University of the Pacific Library Holt-Atherton Special Collections. Please contact this institution directly to obtain copies
of the images or permission to publish or use them beyond educational purposes.
Contributor:
John Muir
Date:
[1914 May]
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir22_0354-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions: 25 x 17.5 cm.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Pasadena, Calif.
Rights:
Copyright status unknown
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Transcription:
1 May 1914 R.F.D. 392 Pasadena, Cal. My dear Mr. Muir: I was so sorry to know of your having had grippe this winter.
I had not known of it before. Please take care of yourself. All who know you, know of you or have read your books, are the
better for it, and we want your influence for many, many years to come. Mr. Scripps is much better, is able to be taken about
the house some every day in a wheeled chair. We are all hoping for his complete recovery. Thank you for your kindly thought
of sending me your Yosemite Book, but you gave it to me, along with Our National Parks. I now have ( have had for nearly two
years) all your books, and am anxiously looking for the 05742 2 Alaska book. The prospect of seeing you in the Yosemite
is wonderful to me. I hope nothing will prevent your going. I could not, after all, go to your birthday celebration at Muir
Lodge, but when I found that George Wharton James was there you were not, I did not feel so badly to have missed it. Two
of the Pasadena H.S. English teachers have told me, as a great secret from each other, that they have written to you, each
eagerly hoping to be first to have a real letter from you to show to their classes. My poor little book seems fated to be
unfinished. I can't get time from school work for it. And now I have taken for an indefinite time, the care of my seven-year
old nephew, whose mother's health has broken down. But of course, I am glad to have him. With affectionate regard your
friend Mary Frances Kellogg 05742