Dear Dr. Ritchie,

It is now a month since I received your gracious letter, and we are into a New Year.

There is so much I could say to you; but I realize that you are very aware of the problems that we share with other Canadians. I do know that during the past month, I have nver left such a depth of sadness for my country. Words that keep dancing around in my mind do not belong in the vocabulary of Canadians. Words such as: quisling, despot, tyrant, traitor and even treason.

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your colleagues each day. I share my feelings of frustration for that which is constantly thrust upon you. But where would we be without your guidance?

While I still live alone in my old home, I find that my needs are few, and although I cannot make any pledges or commitments, when there is money to spare I am happy to share. So it is that after a wonderful heart-warming Christmas with my family, I am happy to enclose a donation to our cause. I hope it will encourage you to continue to direct the fight for language fairness in Canada.

The letter I sent to the Editors was never published.

With the New Year comes a sense of renewed confidence and determination that, while we have a formidable task ahead, we must go on, because we know that it is the right thing to do.

                                                               Sincerely,

Mrs. Irene Marchand