| Title: | John Getty, Taughey, Ballymoney, to James Getty, Australia. |
|---|---|
| ID | 1158 |
| Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
| File | Getty, John/51 |
| Year | 1857 |
| Sender | Getty, John |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | farmer |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Ballymoney, Co. Antrim, N.Ireland |
| Destination | Australia |
| Recipient | Getty, James |
| Recipient Gender | male |
| Relationship | brothers |
| Source | T 2052/7: Copied by Permission of Richard Smyth Esq., Westbridge House, Ann Street, Enniskillen. #TYPE LET John Getty, Taughey, [Ballymoney?], [County Antrim?], [Ireland?], to His Brother James [Getty?], [Melbourne?], [Australia?], 22 February, 1857. |
| Archive | Public Record Office, Northern Ireland. |
| Doc. No. | 9006217 |
| Date | 22/02/1857 |
| Partial Date | |
| Doc. Type | LET |
| Log | 27:06:1990 GMcE#CREATE created 01:11:1991 PKS inpu |
| Word Count | 587 |
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| Transcript | To: James Getty Melbourn[e?] [Australia?] To the Care of Mrs Sa[ndyes?] Australian felix Hotell [Hotel?] Burk Street Colony of Victoria Melbourn[e?] From: Taughey February the 22nd 1857 Dear James we rec[eive?]d your Letter dated July the 28th 1856 Which informs us that James Love and you were at the Digg[?] which has turned out unprofitable which I suppose was the reason of your not writing for Such a length of time you forget that you told us how glad you were to get a letter from us we are also as glad to get one from you you did not tell us what loss you were at nor whither [whether?] you Sold your House or not we are glad to here [hear?] of dooing [doing?] well also sorry to here [hear?] of your loosing [losing?] I am sorry you cannot content your self in one place for you remember the proverb that a roaling [rolling?] stone gathers no mos[s?] if you would take care and settle in one place for a while you might soon have as mutch [much?] money as would do you while you while you would live for the times is not so Bad with you yet but you might make money and if you had three or four hundred pounds and come home with it to Ireland I think you might liv[?] [?] moreso [more so?] than you Can do in Austra[lia?] [?] make good your word or promice [promise?] you will c[?] home if you remember 6 years is all the time you said you would stop I need say nomore [no more?] we would be glad to see you home again with money or wanting it the money is no obstickle [obstacle?] we have more than when you went a way [away?] which you shall be welcome to a share of you know what we were before that you left us we are still the same we would be glad to see you left us but you say you are Coloni[zed?] and say what you think which puts me to a Sta[?] to know what you mean and for our old Neighbours that went to america [America?] as far as I [?] Mary turn[e?]d tail to them there and had it n[ot?] ben [been?] for Willie Hannah they would ben [been?] in a poor Condition I here [hear?] that Mary has gon[e?] to Illanoise [Illinois?] and has got what she long[e?]d for she is Married and has two Children they se[?] for Davis Charlie and the old woman and wrote [?] the Getty's to not let them want for money and they would answer it which they hav[e?] not done which has put a stop to aney [any?] further account the old Woman died on the pasige [passage?] Charlie Died when he was some day Landed for William Rorieson he has four Children and knows nothing about his Brothers we our Selvs [ourselves?] are Like the american letters well and Doing well and for Deaths or Mariges [Marriages?] I dont trouble my head and it is of little signification to you My Mother Cries Come home and Mary Wishes you were home and I wish you were home But all our wishes and and all her Crying Could not keep you at home and now you are where you are and if you are Contenter [more content?] where you are nor [than?] what you would be at home stay where you are if not Come home and try to make your self Content at home you are welcomer [more welcome?] to Come than to stay No more at presant [present?] But remains your Brother to Death John Getty |
