Geo[rge] Hansen


[John Muir]


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near to nature as men dare immitate God'S handiwork, they now refuse, many a day, to sign the name beneath my typewriting. - I have a dear wish. I see by the papers that you are to be in Berkeley on Arborday. You know where Mr. Keeler lives. We are in the block next to him. Make a little circuit, and let me, once, see you face to face and let the warmth of your hand’s touch stroke the face of the child "that God gave me to raise me when I was about to fall".I am unfortunate in always seeing the shortcomings of others. Perhaps that is no more a mere difference in opinion, and that my self-opinion[illegible]tedness prevents me from appreciating fully the efforts of others. I allude to the memorial for Joe LeCente, to be erected by our Sierra club. "Memorial". It seems to me that the people cannot get over the idea of combining something "churchy" with the thought of "memorial". The design looks to me like a chapel. Just think of the idea of men, men, the conceited men, attempting to erect a chapel inside of God’s grand church that he built with such master stroke in the Yosemite. It would sound to me like a goat-bell around the neck of the queencow of the choicest band of stock. Is not in the smile of a face as much of prayer as in the long drawn mistery of a sister of mercy? – If you cannot agree with me, you, surely, will sympethise with me in my sensitiveness.I know you will be glad to know that the first piece of work has come to me after six months’ idleness. I have to be carried into the carriage, but I can "get there" and do what is required of me. I am to design a tract into choice residence lots for the Oakland Realty Syndicate. They promised me this four years age, and they stick to me inspite of debility (in my nether parts). I shall start the work at New Years, when their contour survey is done. Mother will have flour, and the boy shall have jelly right along, and the salt I can gain when I burry my face in the pillow where once the most noble hope rose to God’s throne when the dreams of the night set in.With a blessing "Thanksgiving" for your Home[illegible]


Berkeley, Calif.

Date Original

1902 Nov 25


Original letter dimensions: 275. x 21.5 cm.

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Reel 12, Image 0819

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Page 2


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