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My [[?]] appears to be getting low, and I am afraid I shall not fill this sheet in time for the mail this evening. I go out to the Post Office every fair morning even when I know there can be nothing for me. When I feel tired of doing nothing I lay down and take your | My [[?]] appears to be getting low, and I am afraid I shall not fill this sheet in time for the mail this evening. I go out to the Post Office every fair morning even when I know there can be nothing for me. When I feel tired of doing nothing I lay down and take your likeness out of my breast pocked for I carry it there, and gaze at it ~ sometimes my my eyes grow dim ~ and then I put it up again. You have never told me how your Pa [[and]] Ma are ~ I suppose the old gentleman is as hearty as ever ~ Give my best love to both. Kiss my dear children ~ tell Tilly Papa's heart yearns to see her. Sweet little Fanny, does she walk yet, is she as spunky as ever ~ How does good Kitty [[Jimerson?]] get along ~ I have but few friends in Brooklyn (and that is the world to me) ~ but these few I love much, you know them. remember [[me?]] to them all, always. Write punctually, dearest one, and believe me my heart yearns after you day [[and]] night. I will now go to the Post O. and to a druggist and get some blue pills ~ for I have a little pain in my stomach to day ~ Your own William | ||
Latest revision as of 16:22, 25 March 2020
My ? appears to be getting low, and I am afraid I shall not fill this sheet in time for the mail this evening. I go out to the Post Office every fair morning even when I know there can be nothing for me. When I feel tired of doing nothing I lay down and take your likeness out of my breast pocked for I carry it there, and gaze at it ~ sometimes my my eyes grow dim ~ and then I put it up again. You have never told me how your Pa and Ma are ~ I suppose the old gentleman is as hearty as ever ~ Give my best love to both. Kiss my dear children ~ tell Tilly Papa's heart yearns to see her. Sweet little Fanny, does she walk yet, is she as spunky as ever ~ How does good Kitty Jimerson? get along ~ I have but few friends in Brooklyn (and that is the world to me) ~ but these few I love much, you know them. remember me? to them all, always. Write punctually, dearest one, and believe me my heart yearns after you day and night. I will now go to the Post O. and to a druggist and get some blue pills ~ for I have a little pain in my stomach to day ~ Your own William