|Title:||O'Donnell, Annie to Phelan, James, 1903|
|Collection||Your Fondest Annie_Letters from Annie O'Donnel to James P.Phelan [A. O'Donnell]|
|Sender Occupation||children's maid|
|Origin||Pittsburgh, Penn., USA|
|Destination||Indianapolis, Indiana, USA|
|Genre||travelling, correspondence, family|
|Transcript||[Darlington Avenue & Forbes Street|
August 5, 1903
My dear Jim,
We have just come home after spending a grand time in the
country. I don't know when I saw the country look so beautiful and
how I enjoyed farm life. I went back to old days once again, and I
was glad to have an opportunity. The children's grandparents have
one of the finest farms I have ever seen and in the prettiest location
right in the heart of the Alleghany Mountains where, you remember,
we stayed on our way home from the seashore each year.
Well, Jim, this is about the date I answered your letter some
three [sic] Augusts ago. I bet you never remembered the 20th of
July, but I did all that day. I didn't forget it once. That was the day
you wrote your first letter to me, and about this time last year, Jim,
wasn't I anxious for your coming. How time slips by. It doesn't seem
any length since you were here, but I wish you were coming again.
I am so tired I can hardly see to write, so you will excuse all
mistakes. I had quite a pleasant evening with your uncle. We talked
about you just a little. I do really think, Jim, you are his favourite,
but one of these days 1 will be sending Carrie Nation after you for
smoking like she got after a young fellow here. I had a letter from home today and just think I will soon get my
father and mother's pictures. They have had them taken after my
pleading for them these two years. You see 'all things come to him
who waits1 (sometimes).
They are all looking for me home next year, but they might be
disappointed, for as yet I have not fully made up my mind. It
depends entirely on my staying with the Mellons. By leaving here,
it would upset all my plans, so let us hope they will keep me for at
least another year.
I am getting awfully stout. Just think a few weeks ago I tipped
the scale at 112. Wasn't that enormous? I used to be 125. Well I
knew I was getting so thin, but I nearly fell off the scale when I saw
what weight I really was. You should be the one to lose. Poor me, I
didn't have so very much to spare.
Well good night, Jim, I am so tired.
As ever Annie xxxx