| Title: | Fife, William to Fife, Fathy, 1873 |
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| ID | 4344 |
| Collection | Oceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick] |
| File | oceans/106 |
| Year | 1873 |
| 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 | 591 |
| Genre | news, farming |
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| Transcript | Drumcullion March 6 [?1873] My Dear Fathy Once [?more I write] to let you Know that I [am well] and enjoys Good health thank [?God. We are] all well. My heath is as good as [?it was] Fifty years ago, But I am Becomeing Feebler every year. I look Better than you would Expect. I am Becomeing more Stooped than I was. Thes once active limbs the almost refuse to Carry me Sometimes. I am [alwa]ys worst at the approach of r[?ain] yet I am Still able to help Robert [to se]t the potatoes and Do every Work [?only thr]ash the Corn and Churn. I shove [?sheaved]ast harves[t] every Day as well [as] I Did Forty years ago. [?Robert tak]es the heavy end of every [?job from] me, he is both Able and [?strong and] very Big of his age. He is [?sixteen] years of age and he is a [?good deal] Bigger than ever I was [?but now grow]ing less He has a Brown Curled head like his uncle tommy Crowe. He is quiet and easy in his manner and minds nothing But his Work. He neither smoke nor is a Whiskey Drinker. If he live he will be a very able man. He will be able to Cut the hay this year. I cut it every year Since John went away to last year and I had to Give it up. For the most part I have to Carry a little Stick even Going out to my work and Comeing in on account of the weakness of of my Knees. I have had a letter from Nixon a month ago. He said you were well Got the News papers you sent me a few Days ago. I had a letter from John not long since. He is well. He is with the Chreghtons still on. His letters is as short as ever the were. He says little of the Country. He writes to Mary to Elizabeth port New Jersey and she to him. Robert Cowan and Mary is Doing well I get letters, Constantly. I suppose you remember James Clark that was married to Eliza Crowe. He is Dead he Died in ten Minutes Sickness it was Disease of the heart. It is part of his house Robert Cowan and Mary lives in. He left Five Children. In your fast letter you wished to Know Did Robert Kidney or Famly ever Get out to Adaliead [Adelaide]. He never Did. He is in Glascow in Scotland. As for Aunt Ellen Campbell she Dead years ago. I think she Died about the time you came Down to Sydney. I wrote to John or Nixon I cant say which about her I wonder the never told you of it and uncle William is living with Richard. He has Henrys land and all Williams Besides his own. There never was such a season in Ireland as last Summer and harvest for Cold and rain and the past Winter the thorn Hedges and wet turf was the peoples Fire. You would pay Thirteen pence for an Asse load of turf in Enniskillen. My Dear Fathy you will Excuse this Scribble. I am not Fit to write a letter now. My hand is Got stiff and I forget words. I have put them above the line. You will see by my handwrite that I am wearing Down. I hope you have not Forgot the last words I ever spoke to you to meet me in heaven. I remain your affectonate Father to Death Wm Fife |
