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Title: Liptrot, Bridget to Frances, 1905
CollectionOceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick]
SenderLiptrot, Bridget
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationmill worker
Sender Religionunknown
OriginBolton, Lancashire, England
DestinationQueensland, Australia
Recipient Genderfemale
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Feberry 12 05
My dear frances
I resevd youar verry welkem letter and I was glad to here from you
all I must thank you verry much for all the truble i am to you. I would
send they Childrens littness [likeness] only little Cate fell and Cut her chin
and When it is getting Better she will not Kepe her fingers off. It is Keping
it longer Bad so as soon as it is Better she will get it taken.
I sea you have got youar new Covent finshed [convent finished]. We
are having ouar chaple made larger it is called saint Marias. We have three
Prest. I sea you are away all weak. Youar Mother and sisters will allays Be
glad when Saturday Comes.
I am Keeping nise in heir only it is so Cold i feall it in hands and
feett. I have to get up verry erley in the moring i feel it most. I go out
Before six to get in time. If i had fare to go i could not go. You no [know]
we must all live. I have no one to depend on here But god. Silvester has
got no work yet. He has Been working thoes two or three Weaks for the
corption [?Corporation]. He only gets six shilins it is little anuff for himself.
He is of no use to me nor never Was. I have to trie to live and Keep a little
home. I am verry tired some times But rest at night. I never go out only to
Chaple. I do not think Silvester would do annything for Me if he had it.
He is hard harted. I wonder What i will do if i canot get for myself.
But god is good. Put this little Picter in youar Prer Booke [picture in
your prayer book] frances. Remember me to all youar sisters and Broder.
So no more at Present from youar fond Aunt
Bridget liptrot
Rite soon. Hoping this Will find yues all well. I would like to Be wit
sis only for my Mother in ths simatrey [the cemetery] and my sters [sisters].
It wold Kill me to think of leving then. O i coul[d] not think of gong away.