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Title: I Weir, Pontiac, Mich., to 'Dear Sister', [?]
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileWeir, Isabella/28
SenderWeir, Isabella (Bell)
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationasylum attendant
Sender ReligionEpiscopalian
OriginPontiac, Michigan, USA
DestinationMichigan, USA
RecipientWeir, Annie
Recipient Genderfemale
SourceCopyright Retained by Mrs Linda Weir, Tirmacspird, Lack, Co. Fermanagh, BT93 0SA
ArchiveUlster American Folk Park
Doc. No.9906005
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by LT, 03:06:99.
Word Count452
TranscriptPontiac Aug 26 1888

Dear Sister
I suppose
you think I have forgotten you
But the hall this last week
has been the worst disturbed
that I have known it in a
long time at night when I
made out my report for the day
I was too tired to write I was very
glad to hear from home and
also from you I am contented
to think they are doing so well
and hope they send us the
truth do you see Will often
now I am sorry to hear Mrs
Johnston gets no better
if I had been to J Wilsons store
when I found out that he
sent me your shoes he would
have heard from me I got up
there safely stopped in Mrs
Kelly to Sunday night when
I came on the hall the girls
were all sitting around were
very pleased to see me I tell
you it looked like home
that Mrs Dewey that you
knew of is at home yet Dr
Gray takes care of him the [they?]
say Mr Allen of Pontiac
is gone insane I hope it is
not so have you heard how
Mrs Youngs trial went I have
not seen the paper I intend
to go on the picnic to Orchard
Lake Thursday I wish you
would send my old shoes
up as soon as possible I
do so wish I had some apples
to night I have been to [Church?]
this morning it was very warm
to walk but I did not mind
it so very much I had a
paper from home of the
12 of July it seems years
since the last twelfth I spent
to home and oh how many
Changes since then my little
Johny [Johnny?] thinks we will come
home sometime and so we
will If God permits home
of my birth I love thy [the?] woods
and hills and never will they
be forgotten by me and that
old gray Church where on
the 12 the flags floated in
the breeze will our eyes
never again look upon you
I wonder if Mrs Williamson
will write before he leaves
Ill not write to home till
I get an answer to my letter
wish I was near you I would
do some more sewing Mrs
Kelly and I will drive down
some [afternoon?] [stained]
I saw Miss Youngs here last
week she knew me before I
recognized her she said she
saw you she said she would
not stay here for she would go
crazy well with the help
of providence I not fear
to stay here write soon
remember me to all your
sister I Weir

Kiss Will for me for I
suppose you do anyhow