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Title: A. Jackson, Michigan to Annie Weir, [?]
ID1535
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileJackson, Anne/43
Year1889
SenderJackson, Anne
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender ReligionPresbyterian Or Baptist
OriginSouthfield, Michigan, USA
DestinationPontiac, Michigan, USA
RecipientWeir, Anne
Recipient Genderfemale
Relationshipfriends
SourceCopyright Retained by Mrs Linda Weir, Tirmacspird, Lack, Co.Fermanagh, BT93 0SA
ArchiveThe Ulster American Folk Park
Doc. No.9906149
Date14/09/1889
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by LT, 30:06:99.
Word Count716
Genre
Note
TranscriptSouthfield Sep 14th 89

My dear Annie

I was both surprized and pleased to
day to get your Letter. Mr Miller was
here at the time and when I got hold
of it I said oh it is from Annie Mr
Miller said is that from our Miss
Annie Weir I [torn] sir it is well he
said she is a nice girl and she is a
good girl too he told me of your being at
the prayer meeting and bringing a
[torn] Lady with you. I hope dear Annie
[torn] time if you have the opportunity
you may be the means by Gods blessing of
wining [winning?] over that young person
you speak of and of bringing her out of
darkness into Gods true light. I should
have written sooner but it has been a very
busy time I did not hear of Nellie [Bulels?]
accident for some days after it occured
[occurred?]. She was out driving and the
Horse took fright and threw her out she
got a cut across her chin it had to be sewed
up and had several other breses [bruises?]
I have not seen her but Mrs Hendrickson
told me she was getting along pretty well
on the 18th of August we went to church Mrs
Munson and Rosa were there I shook hands
with them they said they were well and on the
next Saturday Mr Jackson and I went to St
Clare to visit Mr Freemans we staid [stayed?]
until Tuesday and the next day we heard that Mrs
Munson was dead and on the Sunday Mr
Miller preached her funeral Sermon it all
seemed so sudden it made me think of the
dear Saviours words be ye also ready
and now i will try to explain about Ednas
Sickness about half a dozen of them boys and
girls went to a picnic near one of the lakes
well she was up early and came home late
and probably eat [ate?] something that brought
on a kind of billious [bilious?] attack it made
her look quite pale she seems well now
I wrote to Mrs Mcfaul a few days Since I was glad
to know that you had got a letter from her. why I
wonder did Will leave Chicago I hope he wont
be out of work during the winter they needed
clothing and some other things so much but
all of us have trials to bear in one shape or other
when I read your letter and thought of all those
poor women I thought of that Hymn that says
I need thee every hour - he has said my grace is
sufficient for thee, and I will be with thee I think
he has been with you and that his grace has been
sufficient for you under such an ordeal I think you
have need of the fruits of the spirit and to be
clothed with the whole Armour of God poor things
how I pity them - I must not forget to tell
you that our threshing got done last week. Mr
[---ett?] was here and a Brother in law of his
Mr Virtue was here half a day but would
not come in to eat I dont know what the
trouble was but Annie how about those friends
of yours How is it that one beau is not
enough but oh poor Dave I do believe he is
only half witted or that other evening would
satisfied him but we are told that love is
stronger than death but in that case I believe
I should prefer death I was glad to hear
that your folks were well but dont you feel
just a little bit sorry for that old beau of
yours but Annie to be earnest be very careful
about forming friendships with Gentleman
[Gentlemen?] know them first and understand
their habits treat them civilly but trust them
no further than you would a secret enemy but
I think there is no fear of you making a mistake
Mrs Harriss [Harris?] was very sick last week
with Cholera Morbus She is better now Jenny
was sick in bed yesterday but I must close
this please remember me to your Sister and
love to yourself

fraternally Yours [torn]
A Jackson

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