February 26, 1865

February 26, 1865

Letter from Sarah E. Andrews to James A. Andrews, February 26, 1865
Hudson, St. Croix Co., Wis.

Feb. 26th 1865 No. 55

Dear Brother Jimmie,

Mother has just been saying, "I wonder what Jimmie is doing this afternoon." I think perhaps he is writing to the dear ones at home, it may be at this very hour he is penning a letter to me.

It is a beautiful Sabbath afternoon, those of us that were able attended church this morning. Mr. Gibson preached, he did very well indeed for him. He is an excellent man, but really preaching doesn't seem to be his forte. The house was nearly full. Mr. K[e]eley will probably be back by another Sabbath. Mrs. K[e]eley is afraid he will be sick. The weather was so unpleasant when he started.

The stage lost its way the first night he was out, somewhere this side of Eau Claire; they had to stay out all night. It rained here in torrents; if it rained as hard there it must have been very hard for Mr. K[e]eley. I hope he will be able to come back as soon as he intended.

Mother has not been very well for a few days, her side has been troubling her. Charlie has the mumps, he has his face tied up. I think he will get over them without any trouble if he is careful.

Charlie thinks they will go next week. They are not going to be able to raise their quota, so the draft will have to come. I did not write to you again last week as I intended. I put it off until Friday afternoon.

Lib came down then and as I could not send it until tonight if I wrote Saturday, it was left for today. Lib had not been here long when Miss Palmer (Mrs. Seymour's friend) came. She and Esther had gone up to Aunt Lydia's to make a visit, not finding Lib there she came down for her and I to go up there. Lib was down again yesterday and spent the afternoon. Aunt Lydia and Mrs. Isman went out to Sterling Jones' and spent the day. Thursday evening Lib, Mary and I spent at Mr. Seymour's. Charlie Rogers has come, your package of letters came safe. I have not seen him, Father did. He refused to take anything for his trouble.

One of Edwin Otis' little girls died last night with diphtheria. She was sick some time. I tried yesterday to have a seige of toothache but am feeling better today although I am not feeling very bright for which reason you will excuse an unfinished letter from your Sister S. E. Andrews.

Mrs. [A. J.] Rugg has a little daughter.