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August 22, 2006

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If it was anything for my baby I would struggle hard to buy it. I want to take my baby out but he was a little too heavy to carry so I bought a carriage. We had no furniture in the living room and almost every night I would run him around the room. I got tired but he seemed to enjoy it. In my young days I thought it was a woman's job to push the baby carriage and if I saw a man doing it I would call him a sissy. When I had a baby of my own I changed my views. When we were out I pushed the carriage and didn't give a darn who saw me. I had the Telegram brought to the house every night and I became interested in an article written by Dr. Frank McCoy . Then the Telegram advertised his book and I bought it. Early in 1927 my sister Rose and her husband arrived in Toronto; Jessie and I were there to meet them. They did not stay in Toronto, they moved on to Hamilton. Later in same year my father and mother and Agnes came and they went to ...

Back in England I am sure I would have gotten ideas of making chocolate and fruit ice cream like we have today. I should have gone into every city and town of any size and in a few years all England would have been selling my ice cream. Today I would be a billionaire. But ignorance has a high price and I paid that price. Although I arrived in Bradford on Saturday afternoon Jessie was not there to great me. I knew from the beginning that she didn't love me and before I left Canada I made up my mind I would try to make her give me up. I treated her coldly and deliberately tried to make her dislike me but it didn't work. I did not understand then but I learned later. Jessie was not as young as she used to be and she knew her chances of getting married were not good. Like most other young women Jessie wanted to get married and I was her best prospect, therefore she was going to hang tight to me....

I don't remember how long they where away, bit was some weeks. When I brought them home things went on just the same. I studied the situation and came to a conclusion. I reasoned that no sane woman would act like my wife was acting. No sane loving mother would lye in bed and then give her children a piece of bread and a drink of milk then push them of to school. No sane loving mother would go off and leave five young children for the father to care for. No sane children would deprive her husband of earning the money to support his family. Therefore I became convinced there was something wrong with her mind. I wondered if it was possible for me to have her mentally examined. This opportunity came one morning quite unexpectedly. For some reason she picked on Francis and beat him knocking him down. When she tried to beat him again he put his foot up to protect himself. She said, you would dare kick your mother and she went for a stick to beat him some more but I took the stick ...

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