Dear Owen
Today you are 8 years old You need a father I apresiate that you work the McCunes showing how a farmer works and sometimes you workd with gampa Owen in the tobacco. But I think you will be in Iowa. William stopped talking to me about it. Maybe because they have 5 kids know but you need a lot of kids if you going to be on a farm. He keep saying he aint a farmer he is a carpenter I don't know why. Everyone else is talking abot farming in Iowa.
Sad day when my Owen died 2 months ago. Cholera come round the country agan. Gampa old and ben sick. Cholera kill him easy. God keep you me alive so you can be in Iowa I know that.
Since he ded thers no hapiness in this lettr. You father died when you just 6-7 month old. Consumption just as he afeard since Jemima die. Sick from befor you was born. Terrible wory it was for Emilene a new mother. She was so happy with her baby Owen.
But even then all her friends visit even from Cambridge come more than once. They say they just paying Emilene for all that elixir she give them. sometimes they sit and talk or sing. Good for both of them visitor and Emilene. Then she died January 28 1868 You not even 4 years old And that's when I start writing these letters.
That all the writing I can do abot the saddest times.
Love,
Gama
The nursery rhyme is real. The letter is an invention.
Today you are 8 years old You need a father I apresiate that you work the McCunes showing how a farmer works and sometimes you workd with gampa Owen in the tobacco. But I think you will be in Iowa. William stopped talking to me about it. Maybe because they have 5 kids know but you need a lot of kids if you going to be on a farm. He keep saying he aint a farmer he is a carpenter I don't know why. Everyone else is talking abot farming in Iowa.
Sad day when my Owen died 2 months ago. Cholera come round the country agan. Gampa old and ben sick. Cholera kill him easy. God keep you me alive so you can be in Iowa I know that.
Since he ded thers no hapiness in this lettr. You father died when you just 6-7 month old. Consumption just as he afeard since Jemima die. Sick from befor you was born. Terrible wory it was for Emilene a new mother. She was so happy with her baby Owen.
Shoe the old horse, shoe the mare,And she shakes your litle feet Then you and she be happy 1-2 years then she gets sick. Worse and worse for 2 years suffering all that time thinking abot what happens to you.
Drive a nail here, drive a nail there;
But let the little knobby colt go bare.
But even then all her friends visit even from Cambridge come more than once. They say they just paying Emilene for all that elixir she give them. sometimes they sit and talk or sing. Good for both of them visitor and Emilene. Then she died January 28 1868 You not even 4 years old And that's when I start writing these letters.
That all the writing I can do abot the saddest times.
Love,
Gama
The nursery rhyme is real. The letter is an invention.
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