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Title: Liptrot, Bridget to Doorley, Maria, 1905
CollectionOceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick]
SenderLiptrot, Bridget
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationmill worker
Sender Religionunknown
OriginBolton, Lancashire, England
DestinationQueensland, Australia
RecipientDoorley, Maria
Recipient Genderfemale
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Word Count446
Genrenews, labour
TranscriptBolton febery 12 '05
Dear Sister
I reseved your verry welkem letter and i was glad to here you and
All youar famly are well and i hope you all Keep well. Maria i thank you
from my hart for youar Kind gift to me and i Hobe [hope] that god will
reword you and youar husband and children for it Boath in this worled
and in the next. Maria i allays have to crie when i get youar letter. I crie
wit joy to here from you and the children and the Kindley saings [kindly
sayings] to me. I love to read they letters that the rite for you. My Mother
used to tell us when you were litle the things you would say to her. She
often[?] came over them to us up to dying. I am verry like her.
I never will Keep in helt [health] as she did. I can harly [hardly] he
on one side. I have bad rumtisom [rheumatism] in my left foot since last
march. I am verry Bigg But i have no strinth wit Siskns [strength with
sickness] and one thing or anoder it has Broken me down. I am tired and
werry some times.
Maria you now [know] it is hard to live. I have to get up in the
Morings [mornings] and go to worke at 5 oclack. I am just telling you how
i live. What Would i do if i could not eren [earn] a Bit for My self. I go
to a Mill where the Make Blankets. The do not only work Part of hey day
[festival day] it is not fare But i have to get up at five oclock to get in time.
I do Be Bad in my self and short in my Breath if i hurey. I thank god for
helping me to Be able to get for my self a liveng or what would 1 do or
what will i do if i am not able. To think of it makes me hart eacke [my
heart ache]. There would Be nothing for me But the worst.
I trie to Keep the little home over My hed. Silsvester is no Benfet to
Me in worled nor never was nor will for he is never in work and when he
was he give Me nothing & him[?] nisly in helt [nicely in health]. Just now
it has Been a Bad winter. We have had a good deal of frost and storm. I
will say nomore now Dear sister. But i remain ever youar fond sister
Bridget Lipt–
Hoping to here from you soon. Remember me to all the children.