| Title: | Greeves (n. Sinton), Margaret to O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne, 1819 |
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| ID | 5961 |
| Collection | The Transatlantic Letters of an Irish Quaker Family_1818-1877 [B. Jackson] |
| File | quaker/12 |
| Year | 1819 |
| Sender | Greeves (n. Sinton), Margaret |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | unknown |
| Sender Religion | Quaker |
| Origin | Dungannon, Co. Tyrone, N.Ireland |
| Destination | Philadelphia, Penn., USA |
| Recipient | O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | mother-daughter |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 722 |
| Genre | family news |
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| Transcript | Bemagh 5 mo. [1819] My dear Ann I was sorry to find by thy last letter to Thomas that thee was not as content as I could wish thee to be, but I hope that before this thee is got better reconciled to the place. But I am afraid a country place will never do for Williams business. I am glad to hear you all got your health so well and that the child is thriving so well: I often wish that I could see it: I got the hair and think it is the colour of thine own. And so George and Jane [Valentine] is gone [from German town] to the wild woods. I suppose you mis them very much. I never liked America and now the name is enough for me. I expect Mary Nicholson is on her way home. I believe she was disappointed in her ideas of America, as well as many others. I hear no word of her uncle James family going. There, is a great many gone this spring, Sally McGuire and her sister among the rest. Thomas did not go. They went with their aunt. Thy Father wrote to William some time ago. At week rime Mary [O'Brien] was very poorly: she was in the way of miscarrying but is now got quite well again: she expects to be confined in 7 month. I intend to go up to her. I think 1 will find it very different from the last time I was there: there is so many is left Carlow but I will miss none so much as my dear William, for he was very attentive to me when I was there last. I am thinking of fetching Anna home with me if they will let her come. She would be nice company for me, for I am lonesome: Jane is very little of her time heer. Thy Father has been poorly with the cold, but he is better; he is got very fat and looks better than he did this many years: he is getting a great Belly on him - he says he is afraid it is not wholsom fat. His back keeps finely. I am pritty well but is thin as ever. Sister Molly in her best fashion. I suppose thee will be surprised when I tell thee I have not seen Sister Debby since she was married. I cant bear the thoughts of going to Moyallon for I am not a bit better reconciled to the match yet. She sent me word that she intened to come to see me soon. I dont intend going there this summer. Thee wished to know if Mary McD[onnell] went to France. She was tired of the sea in days as they weare drove back, so returned to the North; and has been at James Christys ever since her Father is ded. I hear Peggy dont like America - Mary O'Brien had a letter from her. Be sure to give my deer love to John and wife and that I am very much obliged to them for their kindness to thee. I am sure it is a great mattet thee is so near them. As Thomas and Susanna is writing to thee I know they will write all the news that is going, but yet I thought that thee would like to get a letter from me. I wrote to thee about two months ago. I expect thee will write every oppertunity and let us know how you are getting on. I am afraid you will meet with many unpleasant things before you get quite settled to your mindes. I wish you had never went. There [They are] all in bed but myself; the girl I have is got too fond of her bed to sit up for me. We have sent thee the male [meal], which I hope will go safe; durst not put anything in with the male for feer It might be taxed, though I wished to send thee something. This is very bad writing: dont let Wm. see it, but thee can read it to him. With dear love in which thy Father joins, to thee and W. I am thy affet Mother: give our love to Uncle and Aunt Greeves and the rest of our friends Margaret Greeves |
