130.
1929:
Bobcaygeon, Ont. November 15,
1929
My dear A.L.P.,
Just a word to let you know where we are. We have roamed
through Ontario from one end to the other; I trying to find
some sort of work which I could do; apart from taxi-driving
or working as a farm hand I have found nothing. Ottawa is
filled with heelers who have precedence over a mere man of
letters; I at last conquered my aversion to begging and camped
on the door-steps of a few men; in vain; I have the distinct
impression that I am not wanted in this country. Two years
ago, there were all sorts of promises which came unasked
for; but OUR DAILY BREAD and my article on Assimilation have
knocked the bottom out of the barrel. There is nothing doing,
as they say in West and East.
We came here the day before yesterday, tired and exhausted
with the Search. And we have rented, by the month, the little
brown house just east of Locust Lodge. You probably know
it. We had to buy stoves, etc., and so went to the city yesterday.
Now we shall see. I don't think that there is any chance
for me anywhere. I have no book coming out and cannot place
ADOLESCENCE in England . Macmillans has been struck by an
earthquake, do you know? The choice now stands between going
to Europe and teaching at a rural school in Alberta or somewhere.
We haven't made up our minds which it is to be; but we must
do so immediately; that is, before Christmas.
But don't worry about us. We are alright; cheerful and living
from day to day.
Spry had promised me a few more lectures but forgot about
it when going away for three months or so. I am forgotten,
it seems.
Well, with best wishes for the three of you,
As ever,
F.P.G.
