Louise Pillsbury to Cornelia (Fannie) Hills, April 21, 1895
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Title
Louise Pillsbury to Cornelia (Fannie) Hills, April 21, 1895
Subject
Letter from Louise Pillsbury to sister in law, Cornelia Hill
Description
Newbury, Vt.,
April 21, 1895
My dear Fannie:
This is a beautiful Sunday and I am just home from church after making a call on a sick relative who I will probably never see again. In fact I only saw his wife this time.
Frances keeps well and says it seems as if it could not be true that next Sunday we would be on the water. I am better than I have been in two years. I do not know but better than I have been in six, as six years ago now I was all tired out and only kept up with ex-citement. I feel just as I did when James was five years old and went out in the street for the first time to play. He threw a stone at a boy and the boy told me about it and I whipped James. I remem0ber just how miserable we both were and I feel the whipping still but I have always believed I was right when I whipped him. But it makes my heart ache every time I think of it and I can hear his unhappy little sobs yet. I will send the trunk tomorrow I think - I will send the key tagged by mail. Will you write us a word to "La Champayne" before Friday. Pier 42 (new number) North River, Fort Morton St., New York City. We may start on Wednesday from here the trains run so irregularly last week on account of our freshet. Then write to
April 21, 1895
My dear Fannie:
This is a beautiful Sunday and I am just home from church after making a call on a sick relative who I will probably never see again. In fact I only saw his wife this time.
Frances keeps well and says it seems as if it could not be true that next Sunday we would be on the water. I am better than I have been in two years. I do not know but better than I have been in six, as six years ago now I was all tired out and only kept up with ex-citement. I feel just as I did when James was five years old and went out in the street for the first time to play. He threw a stone at a boy and the boy told me about it and I whipped James. I remem0ber just how miserable we both were and I feel the whipping still but I have always believed I was right when I whipped him. But it makes my heart ache every time I think of it and I can hear his unhappy little sobs yet. I will send the trunk tomorrow I think - I will send the key tagged by mail. Will you write us a word to "La Champayne" before Friday. Pier 42 (new number) North River, Fort Morton St., New York City. We may start on Wednesday from here the trains run so irregularly last week on account of our freshet. Then write to
Creator
Louise Pillsbury
Source
From the collection of Frances Parkinson Keyes Papers, Special Collections, University of Vermont Library.
Date
1895-04-21
Contributor
Caitlin Blake