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Title: Moore, Sally to Pettit, John, 1865
ID4163
CollectionArgentina - Pettit
Filepettit/3
Year1865
SenderMoore, Sally
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender Religionunknown
OriginBuenos Aires, Argentina
DestinationMelbourne, Australia
RecipientPettit, John
Recipient Gendermale
Relationshipcousins
Source
Archive
Doc. No.
Date
Partial Date
Doc. Type
Logunknown
Word Count506
Genrecorrespondence, family, illness
Note
TranscriptBuenos Aires, August 11th 1865
My dear John,
I have received this month your letter of the 20th of April. I am glad to see that you and your father are well. I receive your papers regularly. It is strange that mine miscarry so often. It must be as you say that the paper with the address gets torn off, so for the future I’ll try the other way: that of writing on the paper itself. I sent my brother John to the Standard office to try and get the paper with the account of the opening of the telegraph but he could not get one. I mostly send the newspapers by the English mail and letters by the French, the reason is that I do have two papers for the English and now I have only one which is not worth while sending. We are all quite well here , thank God there is no more cholera at least for the present, it may return in spring perhaps but I hope not. Mamma is not at home at present. She is on a visit to my brother Robert. It will do her good, a trip to the camp always does. Fanny and Kate are anxiously expecting letters from you, every letter I get from them contains enquiries about you, Kate particularly, so I hope you won’t disappoint her. You don’t know my dear fellow what you have undertaken in opening a correspondence with your cousins in Buenos Aires. We are so numerous, some of Uncle James sons I forget which of them, said he would write to you soon, the only way for you is to write to every one in turn, always excepting me. I expect a letter every second month no matter how many you have to write.
When I said that we were all well I was forgetting a fright we got about a month ago about Uncle James, he had come into town for a few days on business and one day after dinner he went out seemingly quite well, when he fell at the street door in an apoplectic fit, he had his senses however perhaps this was from a cut on the forehead which bled a good deal, he thought he was going to die, he said that he would not be alive at twelve o’clock. We did not know what to do, his wife and children being in the camp but thank God he got over it for the present, the worst of it is that this attack is likely to return again, he is a very stout man.
Now my dear John I have nearly finished this uninteresting epistle. Your cousin Margaret Roach spent part of the day with us today, she is well and told me to remember her to you as I told her that I was going to write to you, don’t neglect writing often.
Give my best respects to my godfather and receive the same yourself from your ever affectionate cousin,
Sally Moore