| Title: | Fife, William to Fife, Fathy, 1865 |
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| ID | 4341 |
| Collection | Oceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick] |
| File | oceans/103 |
| Year | 1865 |
| Sender | Fife, William |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | small farmer |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Drumcullion, Co. Fermanagh, Northern Ireland |
| Destination | Sydney, Australia |
| Recipient | Fife, Fathy |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | father-daughter |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 287 |
| Genre | news, farming |
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| Transcript | Drumcullion September 10th 1865 My Dear Fathy It is no wonder you would think I was long of writing to you. I was wating for the Certificates every Mail that Kept me from writing to you. I was very unhappy. I Kept my mind to myself as well as I could more upon James McCuskers account than Elizas as James had paid his money. I am thankful that you and all the Boys are well. We are all well thank God at present. I am the worst my self. I am Fataiged a little this hurrying harvest time. We have Finished the Sheaving this Day and thre Stacks in. This has been a fine Summer here. We had Five or Six Weeks of the warmest weath[er] we have had Since the year that we puled the Coin in the year 1826. There is the best potatoes this year there has been this many years past yet the are begining to rot a litle. The Corn is light on account of the heat of the Summer. Flax is not as Good as last year. Your Mother has Began to scutch after helping us to Cut the Harvest. If you cannot do your own work within yourself in this Country it will be undone. America and Australia has taken all that is of any use. I have sent the Forms to London. We expect them Back in a few Days. We are preparing for Eliza as Fast as we can. Thomas Heaslip is going to Sydney to his Brother Sam that is living with James Campell. We expect that Eliza and James McCusker will be with him. He ha[s] sent his last papers away . . . [no continuation] |
