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  Whitestown [[Sunday?]]
  Whitestown, Sunday
My Dear Cynthia
My Dear Cynthia
  Your last letter was duly received and ought .to have been ans. before but it seems a task to  write so I have put it off from day to day hoping that some of you would come to see us and that I would not have to write of [[18]] sickness and death - oh Cynthia it seems like a dreadful dream and that I must wake up and find it only a dream that my father a brother are both here. Father did not seem like himself since little Davie death. His cheerfulness was gone
  Your last letter was duly received and ought .to have been ans. before but it seems a task to  write so I have put it off from day to day hoping that some of you would come to see us and that I would not have to write of [[unclear]] sickness and death - oh Cynthia it seems like a dreadful dream and that I must wake up and find it only a dream that my father a brother are both here. Father did not seem like himself since little Davie death. His cheerfulness was gone


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If my Cynthia will be happier I will give my consent and I hope she always will be. excuse my writeing [[unclear]] try  to come to see us if not write us a long letter. I need it so [[unclear]] Did you put the Death in your paper? [[unclear]] would like to have it put in. Love to all from Annie
If my Cynthia will be happier I will give my consent and I hope she always will be. excuse my writeing pencil try  to come to see us if not write us a long letter. I need it so [[much?]] Did you put the Death in your paper? Ma would like to have it put in. Love to all from Annie

Latest revision as of 19:26, 2 November 2020

Whitestown, Sunday

My Dear Cynthia

Your last letter was duly received and ought .to have been ans. before but it seems a task to  write so I have put it off from day to day hoping that some of you would come to see us and that I would not have to write of unclear sickness and death - oh Cynthia it seems like a dreadful dream and that I must wake up and find it only a dream that my father a brother are both here. Father did not seem like himself since little Davie death. His cheerfulness was gone

written sideways If my Cynthia will be happier I will give my consent and I hope she always will be. excuse my writeing pencil try to come to see us if not write us a long letter. I need it so much? Did you put the Death in your paper? Ma would like to have it put in. Love to all from Annie