We shall jump a bit in historical excerpts, with over a yard of shelf devoted to the printed copies of letters, it isn’t hard! My rule is simply that the month/day must be a close match to when I post this.
At any rate, the excerpt below is from December, 1856, from a letter of about three printed pages. It was written by Julie, who was then at her stepfather’s house, Red Cottage, in Brockport, NY, to Morris who was in New Orleans for the winter, overseeing his business. They had three daughters by then: Fanny Morris, born in 1851 in Brockport, Carlotta Norton, born in 1853 in New Orleans, and Helen Yale (whom we last heard of in Europe in 1873) born in 1855 in Hartford. Morris and Julie had married in 1850, throughout their marriage Morris spent the fall and winter months in New Orleans, while Julie established their home in Hartford, where Morris’ business had its head office.
“We have just finished making silver cake and pound cake as a preparatory measure to more company of which I will relate to you the event in due time. The weather is clear and cold and the sleigh bells sound merrily on the frosty air- there goes a load of tremendous hogs to market- winter reigns.
…While you stand on reclaimed swamp-land, and I walk over these snow-crusted streets- a little wanting in J’ne sais what- divided in all things. My Boy I love you above all- beyond all- in all- ‘Thou are my soul’s bright shining star.’ Dear Lottie (Carlotta) comes in just here with a kiss and says ‘Mama I love you- tell Papa I was a good girl last night and had some ice cream’. Fanny says ‘tell him I have got Lottie’s doll dressed and I want a nice book with colored pictures in it andthat I send my Love and tell Papa that I want to know if he is lonely without me.’ I am writing in the dining room and both children are climbing on the sofa behind me- and pulling and twisting the cloth in all directions- all which proceedings are highly conducive to finished epistolary style- fine penmanship- as behold!”
I do enjoy the letters; it makes those people so much more real than they ever have been before for me. But dear me, how lonely that one is, in a way! It must have been hard, those months apart. Familiar, yes, but clearly not easy.
They really are remarkably vivid, I didn’t really realize that until I started copying out some of them. They have also added a project: on looking through the addendum volume I was somewhat dismayed to find that several bundles of business records and letters to/from other family members and to Julie’s publishers were simply gathered up and given without being transcribed to the New York Historical Society. Better that than being disposed of, but I now really need to go to Cooperstown and their library.