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Letter to Mary from Debbie Richardson.

31 January 1868

From: 1868 To: 1868

Written at Woodbank, Rotherham [Yorkshire]. ...You naughty girl why don’t you write; really I can hardly spare time to write and scold you, we are so dreadfully busy, but as I want some thing from you I expect I must or I shall not get it. Don’t you remember Miss Bell gave you a pattern for me for a bread cloth? Have you still got it; if so, could you let me have it? It would be some thing fresh to do for the bazaar. It is decided to hold this tiresome affair the first week in March; already I feel half worn out with working for it, and we have another month yet to go on making and stitching. Oh, I do wish we had a machine to sew with. Did you write to Miss Bell? I have not got her address; it got lost coming here somehow. When I get it I will send my carte to her. Let me ask before I close, How are you? How did you enjoy your visit home? How long was your poor hubby a bachelor? How were all the folks at Rowell [Rothwell, Northamptonshire] and its vicinity? Does Annie keep better? How are Mr. and Mrs. Hoyle? Polly Drabble was speaking about her one day-- Millie had a letter from Minnie Drover this morning. She had been staying at her Betrothed parents. Frank’s coming to see us the end of March and directly he goes Mr. and Mrs. Hawgood are coming and then Papa and Mamma return with them to London. When will my visit be paid to you, I wonder? When does "the event" take place? I shall have to wait I fear until after then. Our friend and neighbour expects her first little one in May. I shall be pleased; I do love children. Little Charlie has gone home; he stayed eleven weeks with us. We shall have one of Mary’s next, I think. I hope our bazaar will turn out well; we rather fear as there are to be three others in the town directly afterwards. We are making and begging all the things for the refreshment stall, so our hands are fully occupied. Please write me word soon about the bread cloth. Give my love to your Husband. I hope your Mamma and Jethro are well. Is Jethro likely to marry the young lady he wanted? I should think he misses you very much these dark dull nights. Do you ever play snap nowadays? Now dearest Polly, I must close; write me one of your dear old faithful account letters-- and still let me ever continue to be your loving sister friend, Debbie Millie’s love with mine; Adieu

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Bell, Margaret Ann,
Drabble,
Drover,
Hawgood,
Hoyle,
Richardson,
Richardson, Amelia,
Richardson, Deborah Hannah,
Sanders, Mary,
Wiggins, Ann,
Wiggins, Jethro John

Rotherham, HARROLD, family correspondence