| Title: | Liptrot, Bridget to Doorley, Maria, 1905 |
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| ID | 4317 |
| Collection | Oceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick] |
| File | oceans/79 |
| Year | 1905 |
| Sender | Liptrot, Bridget |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | mill worker |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Bolton, Lancashire, England |
| Destination | Queensland, Australia |
| Recipient | Doorley, Maria |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | sisters |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 446 |
| Genre | news, labour |
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| Transcript | Bolton febery 12 '05 Dear Sister I reseved your verry welkem letter and i was glad to here you and All youar famly are well and i hope you all Keep well. Maria i thank you from my hart for youar Kind gift to me and i Hobe [hope] that god will reword you and youar husband and children for it Boath in this worled and in the next. Maria i allays have to crie when i get youar letter. I crie wit joy to here from you and the children and the Kindley saings [kindly sayings] to me. I love to read they letters that the rite for you. My Mother used to tell us when you were litle the things you would say to her. She often[?] came over them to us up to dying. I am verry like her. I never will Keep in helt [health] as she did. I can harly [hardly] he on one side. I have bad rumtisom [rheumatism] in my left foot since last march. I am verry Bigg But i have no strinth wit Siskns [strength with sickness] and one thing or anoder it has Broken me down. I am tired and werry some times. Maria you now [know] it is hard to live. I have to get up in the Morings [mornings] and go to worke at 5 oclack. I am just telling you how i live. What Would i do if i could not eren [earn] a Bit for My self. I go to a Mill where the Make Blankets. The do not only work Part of hey day [festival day] it is not fare But i have to get up at five oclock to get in time. I do Be Bad in my self and short in my Breath if i hurey. I thank god for helping me to Be able to get for my self a liveng or what would 1 do or what will i do if i am not able. To think of it makes me hart eacke [my heart ache]. There would Be nothing for me But the worst. I trie to Keep the little home over My hed. Silsvester is no Benfet to Me in worled nor never was nor will for he is never in work and when he was he give Me nothing & him[?] nisly in helt [nicely in health]. Just now it has Been a Bad winter. We have had a good deal of frost and storm. I will say nomore now Dear sister. But i remain ever youar fond sister Bridget Lipt– Hoping to here from you soon. Remember me to all the children. |
