Winter 1862
My dearest Captain M.
I am sending this here letter in hope sir, in fear.
Hoping you will return then fearing you will not. The
babies are growing like field weeds when we skip a day
of chopping. Ya youngest up staggering like a new
born calf. Wondering if' n they remember you?
Went to church last Sunday only to find out
The parson done jump ship, headed north. I still
say he was a lily liver-ed fancy boy. Well we ladies
prayed together and sung Rock Of Ages...sounding
like bunch of broken- hearted angels.
Supper is pretty much the same thing; pinto beans
cornbread yams, roasted yard bird. If' n times get
any harder that lazy rooster you fetched at county
fair will look pretty good boiled in a pot. Dumplings
and all.
Just to have you here would surely erase all my
tears of sorrow. Lawd knows I misses you. But not
as much as you gonna miss your paw. Bless his heart
they found him dead over on Grange river just
below the cliff. Been thinking bout leaving
coming to you or my Maw's. Was told some soldiers
had wives nearby; but afraid of danger.
Young' uns needing they Paw too, I pray my
prayers are with you Captain.
waiting in Atlanta
Honey
Bronze trophy winner
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