Title: | Arthe [Hay?], Dunamanagh, to Mrs A. W. Smyth, New Orleans |
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ID | 2551 |
Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
File | Smyth Hay, Arthemise/18 |
Year | 1912 |
Sender | Smyth Hay, Arthemise |
Sender Gender | female |
Sender Occupation | housewife |
Sender Religion | Protestant |
Origin | Dunnamanagh, Co. Tyrone, N.Ireland |
Destination | New Orleans, Lousiana, USA |
Recipient | Bouligny Smyth, Nathalie |
Recipient Gender | female |
Relationship | daughter-mother |
Source | Copyright Retained By Brendan O'Reilly, O'Reilly's Bar &Restaurant, Main St. Dromara |
Archive | Original Held By Above Donor |
Doc. No. | 9904073 |
Date | 21/01/1912 |
Partial Date | |
Doc. Type | LTE |
Log | Document added by LT, 07:04:99. |
Word Count | 371 |
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Transcript | Mrs A.W. Smyth 1729 Coliseum Place New Orleans La U.S.A. Ardcame Dunamanagh Jan 21 1912 My darling Mamma This is a beautiful day & I want to try to get off to church I feel very fine. If only my old Ma was at home it would be a perfect day D. [David?] had got a great sermon one of his finest so I would like so much to hear how it goes off - the old man is so very sweet today that I am quite distressed for being cross at him – I so hope your next letter will say you are feeling better Don't hurry yourself to death over matters better lose money than kill yourself- I don't know if I will go to church after all I don't like to drive over with [Joe?] [Colnihonis?] I want D. [David?] to lift me off [&?] [if?] [I?] [am?] with David I have to wait an hour before church begins & it tires very much It is such a beautiful day that it seems a pity to stay in Dr [Tatchell?] has started his service in Donemana that I wrote you about so D [David?] have to go also & it interferes with our nice Sunday's at home] Uncle Willie sent David a present of his fine old [razors?] & straps ect [&c?]. Papa says first he tried to get an invitation from him & then he tried Arthe & now he is trying David to see what results will come forth - He says Woods is dying of curiosty. I don't feel a bit like putting up with Woods [crochets?] so I am only too glad that the old man won't let me see him. I am afraid my temper has not improved with age & I might give him some sauce - This is a beutiful warm spring day more like N.O.[New Orleans?] than Ireland. Lizzie goes home today so Mary and I are keeping house I am always glad when it is Lizzies day off as she has gotten on my nerves & even if she does well I feel cross at her - I am afraid I am getting a nasty disposition in taking dreadful dislikes to people Take good care of yourself for your oving little girl's sake [Dero----?] |