Codex Lethbridge
Transcription: 52
Transcription:
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1896 [written in the top right corner]
by the Holy Father, to our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary Oct. 12 [written in back/right margin]
These devotions take place in Church, every day at 4 O’clock except Saturdays when they are postponed till 7 OCl [sic] in the evening.
We have a most beautiful (Fall) Autumn.
At Eight O’Clock this morning a man came rushing Oct. 17 [written and underlined in back/right margin]
towards the house praying the Priest to be ready at once that a rigg [sic] would be at the door in a moment and convey him to the Bridge bottom, where Mrs. MacFerland was actually dying….
Indeed, a son of Mr. Stafford was seen approaching already, so down the hills we went flying ---
Helas [sic], too late, Mrs. McFerland was no more! She came down from MacLeod, with her husband a week or so ago. On her way, she contracted a cold which turned to Pneumonia and pleurisy. Although the illness was dangerous she would not, so they say, send for the priest, as she thought she would be well in a short time and visit herself the Mission, where she was well known and loved. She was improving a little and on Monday, when leaving late in the night, the doctor had great hopes. On Tuesday morning she felt better – eat a little and desired to change some linnen [sic] as she had been transpiring much during the night… while changing she helped herself – spoke and seemed to be well when all at a sudden she gasped heavily for breath – fainted, so they thought, but, it was death…. She passed away without a word or a sign. R.I.P.
Mrs. MacFerland was one of the first white women in this part of the World… coming to CoalBanks in 1878 to keep house for her brother Nicholas Sheran
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who had taken possession of the coalmines across the river here. In 1880 she married Mr. Jos MacFerland a rancher from MacLeod and moved to that place about two milles [sic] east of the settlement. She lived there ever since. This lady had a well known and well deserved reputation of being very charitable and consequently was loved by all. The first missionary will remember long what she did for them, she received them at her home and was rather a mother than a friend to them. Mr. MacFerland had just renovated his residence at McLeod… it appears they were just to take again possession of their palatial mansion and see: The Lord hath ordained differently. The body of this good lady was transported to McLeod on Wednesday, to be buried there by the side of her brother Michael, on the 29th of Octobre [sic]. R.I.P.
Oct. 29 [written in front/left margin] A boy of about ten years of age, son of Arhie [sic] McLean was trying to steal a ride. The boy was crushed between an iron watertank [sic] and a loaded car of rails…he lived for two days, but was unconscious. He was burried [sic] to day, from some protestant church. Another warning to lads who try to ascend wagons and engines!
Nov. 25 [written in front/left margin] The month of November is extremely cold… The snow has fallen two feet deep and the cattle must be suffering much – During this month the people has recommended many masses for the Holy Souls.
Dec 6 [written in front/left margin] This month has begun with warmer days than during November – the Chinook winds have cleared away nearly all the snow.
28th [written in front/left margin] We have had a really beautiful Christmass [sic] time. The weather has continued warm, so that scarcely needed any fire in the Church. We had Midnight Mass
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1896 [written in the top right corner]
by the Holy Father, to our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary Oct. 12 [written in back/right margin]
These devotions take place in Church, every day at 4 O’clock except Saturdays when they are postponed till 7 OCl [sic] in the evening.
We have a most beautiful (Fall) Autumn.
At Eight O’Clock this morning a man came rushing Oct. 17 [written and underlined in back/right margin]
towards the house praying the Priest to be ready at once that a rigg [sic] would be at the door in a moment and convey him to the Bridge bottom, where Mrs. MacFerland was actually dying….
Indeed, a son of Mr. Stafford was seen approaching already, so down the hills we went flying ---
Helas [sic], too late, Mrs. McFerland was no more! She came down from MacLeod, with her husband a week or so ago. On her way, she contracted a cold which turned to Pneumonia and pleurisy. Although the illness was dangerous she would not, so they say, send for the priest, as she thought she would be well in a short time and visit herself the Mission, where she was well known and loved. She was improving a little and on Monday, when leaving late in the night, the doctor had great hopes. On Tuesday morning she felt better – eat a little and desired to change some linnen [sic] as she had been transpiring much during the night… while changing she helped herself – spoke and seemed to be well when all at a sudden she gasped heavily for breath – fainted, so they thought, but, it was death…. She passed away without a word or a sign. R.I.P.
Mrs. MacFerland was one of the first white women in this part of the World… coming to CoalBanks in 1878 to keep house for her brother Nicholas Sheran
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who had taken possession of the coalmines across the river here. In 1880 she married Mr. Jos MacFerland a rancher from MacLeod and moved to that place about two milles [sic] east of the settlement. She lived there ever since. This lady had a well known and well deserved reputation of being very charitable and consequently was loved by all. The first missionary will remember long what she did for them, she received them at her home and was rather a mother than a friend to them. Mr. MacFerland had just renovated his residence at McLeod… it appears they were just to take again possession of their palatial mansion and see: The Lord hath ordained differently. The body of this good lady was transported to McLeod on Wednesday, to be buried there by the side of her brother Michael, on the 29th of Octobre [sic]. R.I.P.
Oct. 29 [written in front/left margin] A boy of about ten years of age, son of Arhie [sic] McLean was trying to steal a ride. The boy was crushed between an iron watertank [sic] and a loaded car of rails…he lived for two days, but was unconscious. He was burried [sic] to day, from some protestant church. Another warning to lads who try to ascend wagons and engines!
Nov. 25 [written in front/left margin] The month of November is extremely cold… The snow has fallen two feet deep and the cattle must be suffering much – During this month the people has recommended many masses for the Holy Souls.
Dec 6 [written in front/left margin] This month has begun with warmer days than during November – the Chinook winds have cleared away nearly all the snow.
28th [written in front/left margin] We have had a really beautiful Christmass [sic] time. The weather has continued warm, so that scarcely needed any fire in the Church. We had Midnight Mass
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