An autobiography / by Edward Livingston Trudeau.

  • Edward Livingston Trudeau
Date:
1916
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Credit: An autobiography / by Edward Livingston Trudeau. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Josephine Garretson stood as godfather and god¬ mother for the smiling infant, while, seated in the body of the little rustic edifice, the grandfather and grandmother pondered on the great and mysterious meaning of existence! Three of my children are buried under the pines near the eaves of the little building, and when my wife and I sleep ‘The long sleep” it will be, we both hope, in this peaceful spot, teeming with tender memories, which has meant so much to us both through the storm and stress of life. It was not in the remodeling of St. John’s alone that my cousin Mr. Aspinwall came into my life, but ever since those early days, through many, many long years, he has done all that the very best friend could do to carry my burdens for me. When we returned to Saranac Lake that fall several invalids who had consulted Dr. Loomis were there for the winter, and the place was beginning to grow. Our baby boy, Henry, had always seemed well, but during the winter he was taken suddenly ill with convulsions and died two days later. This was the first great sorrow my wife and I had to meet together, but not the last. We laid the little body at rest under the tall pines in the churchyard at St. Regis. During the winter I did more practice, not only among the visitors, but among the guides also. I never charged the guides or their families,
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