Complains how progress is changing Louisville
Nov. 27, 1835
Ann Clark Thruston Farrar was 37 years old when this was written.
The recipient, John Benjamin O' Fallon, was 44 when it was received.
Ann Clark Thruston Farrar died 42 years, 3 months, 15 days after writing this.
It was written 187 years, 3 months, 24 days ago.
It was a Friday.
Are you disposed my Dear Brother exercise a little ceremony and wait until I duly announce my arrival and say your letters may be directed so, and, so before you write, which I intended doing without delay, but an unconquerable aversion I have to that little instrument from the feathered tribe which induces me to put it off from day to day with the vain hope that my antipathy will be lessened.
I found Louisville sadly changed, where once were deep ponds, more macadamized pavement, hills cut down, valleys filled up, in vain I look for some of my old acquaintance, mile pond Prather’s rope walk, Grayson’s Pond, and some others, but alas not a vestige of them remains.
Brother’s family are well; he has a sweet place; sweet wife, and sweet children and surely enjoys more happiness than often falls to the lot of anyone. His house is generally full of company which seems to subject sister to little or no inconvenience for she attends to her domestic avocations the same as if there were none present.
I met with cousin Ann and Gen’l Jesup at Locust Grove, the latter remarked he had written to you to purchase a farm and would move to the far west provided his wife was willing. She looks much changed, they have five interesting, well behaved children, and their governess, who I mistook for his sister or travelling companion was a very intellectual but demure looking spinster of about 55 with a profusion of frizzed locks one half red, and the balance white. Sister’s penetration soon told her who she was. I observed the Doctor was a little shy and Aunt instead of placing her at the head invited me all would not do, governess never once entered my imagination, but for the remembrance of a good piece of advice you gave me days long since, I would convulse you with and sister Carolina with laughter at a blunder of mine on that eventful day. Brother and sister send a great deal of love very anxious for you both to come on a wish I sincerely join in.
My Dear John, tho last not least make him write. Not one line from St. Louis have I received. I sometimes feel mad, often hurt, and always uneasy. But I fear my Dear Brother you tire of my dull letters. I hear no news, and nearly all I see are strange. My kindest love to wife and children.
Your sincerely attached sister,