The Civil War Letters of Aaron Jones Fletcher

 

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Letter dated February 11, 1864 from Lydia Lucinda Fletcher (mother), South Acton, Mass., to Aaron Jones Fletcher

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                        South Acton Feb 11  64

Well Jones I received your Letter of
24 and was glad to hear from you
and to hear that you are well and I
hope these few Lines will find you well
we are well and we hope to remain
so. I received that money and I thankful
for it  Jones I suppose your twenty one
and you can do as you please about
enlisting but I [think]it is not knowing which
way the war will end  I think myself
that it wont last much Longer and
so does father and the folks here but
we don’t know.   if you enlist I suppose
you will have a furlough and come
home and see us  will you have to go
back to New Orleans at your old stand
or only part way I should rather
stay in that store if I like well
enough to stay at New Orleans
we have Let trias Loose and has [not] come
home he has been gone three days.

 

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Jones I wish you was here to night
we are a going have a pic nic and
I am a going to sell the tea
the money is going for preaching
and to get a clock for the exchange
Hall so we can hear it strike when
you get home  we have not heard
but once from Swift this Long time
he don’t write so often as you do
Mary Mead was here Last week and
stayed all night and she sends her best
Love to you and wants to see you  she
is better and has gone home to
Rutland  we have not had much snow
this winter  the ground is almost bare
now but the snow wont rot in the sky
we shall have it yet  Hepsa is down
east and we have not heard since the
next day after she got there
Charles Moulton is about the same
he was Last fall he cant stand it
Long for his cough will kill him

 

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Henry Piper is amost gone in
consumption  they Look every day to
be his last  he has been sick a year
Varnum Robbins has got on Concord
special train fireman. Uncle Abel
Forbush say he shall see you when
you come home and hear what you
have to say about the things you will
tell him things that he never thought of
well I cant write much this time
Mrs Putnam folks are well tell John
Putnam and Martha has gone to Boston.
well Jones I cant write any more this
time for time to get supper and I
have got [to] go to the pic nic to night
do as you like about enlisting
if you don’t I suppose the rest of
the company will  you know best

         good Bye Jones
from Lucinda Fletcher