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Dear Brother Isaac | Dear Brother Isaac | ||
It is sabbath day. Mother and I at home alone. Mr. Jones, our Baptist brother, preaches and writes letters to one's kindred sabbath day, but I do not consider it a very good practice generally. In my case at present, however, I do not feel condemned, for it is very seldom now-adays that I can have the quiet of a week day that I like when writing. We do not usually keep a fire in the sitting room, and you know what our little kitchen is in the cold weather when we are all in it. Nevertheless 'tis quite a comfortable place. | It is sabbath day. Mother and I at home alone. Mr. Jones, our Baptist brother, preaches and writes letters to one's kindred sabbath day, but I do not consider it a very good practice generally. In my case at present, however, I do not feel condemned, for it is very seldom now-adays that I can have the quiet of a week day that I like when writing. We do not usually keep a fire in the sitting room, and you know what our little kitchen is in the cold weather when we are all in it. Nevertheless 'tis quite a comfortable place. | ||
Thanksgiving eve we rec'd, via Bangor your last letter dated Nov. 6th which we were much rejoiced to see, as we had been wondering for some days why we did not hear from you. Charles and Albina went home to "Father Kittredge" to spend Thanksgiving. Returned at 10 o'clock P.M. bringing your letter etc. Almeda and the children were here. Hiram gone away. We had a fine time all to ourselves with nobody but little Jamie to "carve the Turkey," alias chickens! I did wish you were here. I wanted to see you for one reason; and "agin", as Jos. use to say, the stuffing was too highly seasoned for me, and would have just suited you! Was'nt that a good reason? I cooked all the Thanksgiving up alone, to learn how! I fear we don't think enough about having thankful hearts. the time is too much taken up getting dinner. Almeda went home before dark. Mother & I spent the evening alone, together !- as we love to dearly - I read in Upham to her, and she listening, knitting with her eyes shut. Can't you see us both, with the table out before the stove? I have got most through Upham. Have read it all loud evenings, knitting meanwhile. Charles has been very much engaged with Smellie's Natural | Thanksgiving eve we rec'd, via Bangor your last letter dated Nov. 6th which we were much rejoiced to see, as we had been wondering for some days why we did not hear from you. Charles and Albina went home to "Father Kittredge" to spend Thanksgiving. Returned at 10 o'clock P.M. bringing your letter etc. Almeda and the children were here. Hiram gone away. We had a fine time all to ourselves with nobody but little Jamie to "carve the Turkey," alias chickens! I did wish you were here. I wanted to see you for one reason; and "agin", as Jos. use to say, the stuffing was too highly seasoned for me, and would have just suited you! Was'nt that a good reason? I cooked all the Thanksgiving up alone, to learn how! I fear we don't think enough about having thankful hearts. the time is too much taken up getting dinner. Almeda went home before dark. Mother & I spent the evening alone, together !- as we love to dearly - I read in Upham to her, and she listening, knitting with her eyes shut. Can't you see us both, with the table out before the stove? I have got most through Upham. Have read it all loud evenings, knitting meanwhile. Charles has been very much engaged with Smellie's Natural Philosophy. | ||
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Lucy Milo Dec. 8th 1847 Nov. 28th, Dec 9 1847 Northfield
Milo Nov. 28th 1847.
Dear Brother Isaac
It is sabbath day. Mother and I at home alone. Mr. Jones, our Baptist brother, preaches and writes letters to one's kindred sabbath day, but I do not consider it a very good practice generally. In my case at present, however, I do not feel condemned, for it is very seldom now-adays that I can have the quiet of a week day that I like when writing. We do not usually keep a fire in the sitting room, and you know what our little kitchen is in the cold weather when we are all in it. Nevertheless 'tis quite a comfortable place.
Thanksgiving eve we rec'd, via Bangor your last letter dated Nov. 6th which we were much rejoiced to see, as we had been wondering for some days why we did not hear from you. Charles and Albina went home to "Father Kittredge" to spend Thanksgiving. Returned at 10 o'clock P.M. bringing your letter etc. Almeda and the children were here. Hiram gone away. We had a fine time all to ourselves with nobody but little Jamie to "carve the Turkey," alias chickens! I did wish you were here. I wanted to see you for one reason; and "agin", as Jos. use to say, the stuffing was too highly seasoned for me, and would have just suited you! Was'nt that a good reason? I cooked all the Thanksgiving up alone, to learn how! I fear we don't think enough about having thankful hearts. the time is too much taken up getting dinner. Almeda went home before dark. Mother & I spent the evening alone, together !- as we love to dearly - I read in Upham to her, and she listening, knitting with her eyes shut. Can't you see us both, with the table out before the stove? I have got most through Upham. Have read it all loud evenings, knitting meanwhile. Charles has been very much engaged with Smellie's Natural Philosophy.