May 5, 1931
Tom was never understood by lots of people, was very quiet, modest & as a friend of mine spoke of him, a gentle soul. He cared nothing for social life, but with one or two companions on a sketching & fishing trip with his pipe and Hudson Bay Tobacco going, was a delightful companion. If a party or the boys got a little loud or rough, Tom would get his sketching kit & wander off alone. At times he liked to be that way, wanted to be by himself commune with nature.
I want to tell of the wonderful time the two of us had camping out at Tee [Tea] Lake Dam in Algonquin Park. Tom was a real cook, we dined our lake trout was boiled & baked not fried, real biscuits etc. Every thing had to be cooked just so.
If it was a rainy day we would stay in camp. Tom would clean his pipes & read Walton’s Complete Angler. It was one of those days I made a portrait sketch. Deer visited the camp every eve. Wolves could be heard in the distance we were very much alone. I look back on that trip as one of my best vacations.
Harry B. Jackson