Title:
Letter from Geo[reg] Hansen to [Louie] Muir et al., 1905 Apr 18.
Creator:
Geo[reg] Hansen
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:
[Louie] Muir et al.
Date:
1905 Apr 18
2008
Type:
Text
Format:
Image/jpeg2000
Identifier:
muir15_0384-md-1
Source:
Original letter dimensions: 28 x 21.5 cm.
Language:
eng
Coverage:
Berkeley, Calif.
Rights:
Copyright status unknown
Some letters written to John Muir may be protected by the U.S. Copyright Law (Title 17, U.S.C.). Transmission or reproduction
of materials protected by copyright beyond that allowed by fair use requires the written permission of the copyright owners.
Responsibility for any use rests exclusively with the user.
Transcription:
GEO. HANSEN LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT 2705 HEARST AVENUE, BERKELEY, CAL. ADVISORY ARCHITECT TO PARK COMMISSIONS, MUNICIPALITIES
AND CEMETERY ASSOCIATIONS April 18th. , 1905. Dear Mrs. Muir , dear dwellers in Alhambra, I hear the voice of our Vesper-Bell
, the hundred-years-and-more cowbell in our belfry as I gratefully repeat the words 7/Be yee all of one mind , have compassion
one of another love of brethern , be pityfull , be courteous and then , honestly , proclaim, Ike the good wife they are too
good to us . For I no longer believe in luck and happenings . I know it was decreed that you should packed these golden fruit
when we eat the very last of your former lot , that you should arrive with them here when the calender reg istred one more
of my birthdays , and when another friend , likewise informed by Him arrived in the mail with a precious book of Robert Louis
Stevenso n's wisdom . This la the illegible time of our lives that we have oranges to eat .well do I remember my childhood
days ( ere the St. Gotthardt tunnel was bored, and oranges were rarities ) when a better-off neighbor now and again sent a
few oranges to our table ; I do not recollect that we ever bought any . I got to feel that oranges were the devil's fruit
, too good to lndul ge in , made only to tempt ,to lure the man from the northland to the effeminating fields of a sunland
. - But times have changed , and I have learned to bless the bough even of an orange . Blessed are you who can give to such
appreciative givers . And blessed are we who can pass on such golden showers . not that we wish to report whose smiles have
reflected in the mirrors of gold dream about it . and know not all . - But if yon generous people yish to have a 'golden text
, then turn to the ideal of hospitality as given in second Kings 4, 8 10 . and supplement it with the reading of a man who
wrote about the sequoias and , turning in thither tells how the ranch-hand and hermit invited him to chaw apples while he
had the nightmeal under way . You than have my picture of hospitality and friend ship. To tell you how we are getting along
, is done with three words : The good wife is again making herself a dress. If I am well enough to give her time and peace
of mind for that , let us all say with the Shunammite wife It is all well . The thrush, today, sings herirst note hereabouts
Love from 06222