| Title: | Martha J. Wilson, Ontario to Margaret Anne [Kilpatrick?] |
|---|---|
| ID | 3379 |
| Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
| File | Wilson, Martha J/2 |
| Year | 1862 |
| Sender | Wilson, Martha Jane |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | farming household |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Hope Township, Canada West (present-day Ontario) |
| Destination | Co. Armagh, N.Ireland |
| Recipient | Margaret Anne |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | sisters |
| Source | Perry Town, Hope Township, Co Durham, Canada West, (Now Ontario, Canada) |
| Archive | The Public Record Office, Northern Ireland. |
| Doc. No. | 9102022 |
| Date | 17/03/1862 |
| Partial Date | |
| Doc. Type | EMG |
| Log | Document added by JM 09:02:1994 |
| Word Count | 1181 |
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| Note | |
| Transcript | Perry Town, Hope C. [Canada?] West Patrick's Day 1862 Dear Sister I sit down to write to you all again, although it is on in the second year since I have seen an Irish letter, one, and another round here can hear from home but poor me am always doomed to the small word, No when I ask you for a letter, Once have I received a line from Joseph, once from R. [Robert?] John, George used to be good to write, at present he seems to be like Dodson, (his thoughts on other matters go) and poor M. J [Martha Jane?] is forgotten in the affair, I dont forget him. Thomas should be ashamed of himself, he seems to have forgotten that he has a lonely sister 3000 miles away I cannot tell when I seen a line from him, I can hardly feel that he is doing his duty to his master, and himself, or he never could employ his time writing day in and day out, and not think that an hour could be pleasantly employed in writing a letter to me, not to speak of the many papers I should have from him were I to have my due, I wrote to Ballynick a long time ago but you are all tarred with the same stick, I begin to think that it must be I am not worth writing to, If that is the case I had better spunk up and try to forget you all, as you do me. Yet I think that even for no more than mere decency, you woud [would?] be ashamed, to let a strange man see you would be so real careless, I was sick from July last 'till [until?] the Fall but am pretty well now. I wish you would use some means to let Ballynick friends know the contents of this truly interesting page of heartfelt wrongs. M. J. W [Martha Jane Wilson?] |
