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Title: O'Donnell, Annie to Phelan, James, 1901
CollectionYour Fondest Annie: Letters from Annie O'Donnel to James P.Phelan [A. O'Donnell]
SenderO'Donnell, Annie
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationchildren's maid
Sender Religionunknown
OriginSpring Lake, New Jersey, USA
DestinationIndianapolis, Indiana, USA
RecipientPhelan, James
Recipient Gendermale
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Partial Date
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Word Count631
Genretravelling, homesickness, friends
TranscriptSpring Lake, N.J.
August 25th, 1901

Dear Jim,
Our time in Spring L. is coming to an end sooner than we expected
as our folks have now decided to spend a few weeks at the mountains
before going home. I am rather sorry as I like the ocean and
the seashore in general much better than any other place. But still it
will be a change for us, as a person naturally gets tired of the same
thing. Spring L. is a very quiet place and to a certain extent
monotonous. Not very much to divert the attention, but for nature's
admirers, I hardly think there is any other place that supplies more
food for both thought and admiration, and for those wishing to
spend a few months quietly, it is second to none.
There are lakes, rivers etc. in the vicinity, just beautiful with lots
of fishing and rowing, but to me none will ever be dearer than that
beautiful ocean. I love to sit on the sands and listen to the roar of its
waters. Yes, it sounds far sweeter than the sweetest music while again it recalls but too well the memories of by gone days. Alas!
days never to return. It alone can only tell of the many happy days
I spent by its waters in dear old Galway, and for one such day, I
would now give almost anything.
They were the days when my heart was light and happy, and it
was there also I slept and dreamt that life was beauty and from that
sleep I woke and found in America that life was duty. Fate is cruel
to some at least it was so to me, for when it placed the Atlantic
between me and those I loved, it stamped a mark on my life never to
be forgotten. What good does anything afford you when you have
a dear Mother that you cannot see? Jim, do you mind that night
when you told us of your leaving home, how I cried, yes, fit to
break my heart, for I know then, as I do now, what parting with a
Mother meant.
That same night we expected a storm. We all felt kind of downhearted,
but consoled ourselves with the thought that the nearest
and dearest must part. Well, I think I have said enough about sad
things tonight, but it seems to me all my letters now-a-days are sad.
I wish your sister had stopped off at Pittsburgh for you know I
would be very glad to see her.
Ellen, my friend that I wrote you of, is not Irish but comes from
Chester, England, a catholic and a nice sensible woman about ten
years older than I. You know, Jim, I wouldn't give her for all the
Irish girls I have ever met. She has been in this country for years
and now talks of going back. I hate to think of that, for when she
goes, I will lose a dear friend and one that has always taken a deep
interest in all my doings so that with perfect confidence I can tell
her anything I please.
Well, Jim, my picture I certainly will send as soon as possible,
but I may have to get some taken as I am not sure whether I have any
left or not, but I wish you would not wait for me to send mine as I
would like to have yours very much. Now I hope you will excuse this hasty note, Jim, and write me
very soon again as we expect to leave here about the eleventh of
next month, and I would like to have an answer before leaving, so
now with kindest regards to all I remain as ever, Annie