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Title: Bell Weir, San Francisco, to "Dear Sister"
ID3230
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileWeir, Isabella/66
Year1892
SenderWeir, Isabella (Bell)
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender ReligionEpiscopalian
OriginSan Francisco, California, USA
DestinationIreland
RecipientWeir, Annie
Recipient Genderfemale
Relationshipsisters
SourceCopyright retained by Mrs. Linda Weir, Tirmacspird, Lack, Co. Fermanagh, BT93 0SA
ArchiveThe Ulster American Folk Park
Doc. No.9904213
Date11/05/1892
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by LT, 23:04:99.
Word Count379
Genre
Note
TranscriptSan Francisco
May 1892

Dear Sister
I once more answer
yours and as you say tis But few
more I will have such opportunity
I had a short But very kind
letter from Home They Speak of
my marraying [marrying?] almost as a Crime
I know I should have let them
known (sic) Before Hand But if
I was in Haste and Broke the fifth
Commandment God has surely
visited the Sin upon me which
is fully deserved But no
more of this I suppose as you
say every woman has their Share
I forgot if I told you how I
answered Mr Wood letter (sic) I
said not to Come to Cal.
[California?] to Better his Condition
Because he Could not without Friends
or Influence and he spoke of making
a home for himself here if he Came
I answered By telling him if he was
used of his Asylum life to make a Home
for himself in the East where he
is By Choosing a Good partner
I also Assured him if he did
Come out of every assistance
that it was in my power to
render him Now Anna you said
I did not tell you for what
purpose I wanted that Lone [loan?]
I say now I will tell you
when you return or if you
should Chance to Come out
here Ill wait until then But
it is unimportant in fact
you will say so I also must tell
you I hope to return it Before
you Go away if not I will
Send it after you as I Know
you will need lots of Spending
Money on your Journey I will
hear From you again Before
you Go Ah you know not
how Sorry I am that I ever
Came here how I Could have
Gone Home with you and Seen
my old Mother too But we
Alway [always?] want what we Cannot
have The Weather is like
Summer it makes me want to
Be Free like I used to Be Mr
Moore intended to Write But I
think his hands will Be too
tired I had no letter from
Willie nor should I answer it
if he did Write to me now
We are both well Hoping
This will Find you the
Same Write Soon
Bell