George Henry Kingsbury writes to Mother as he relocates in Boston
Sept. 5, 1856
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George Henry Kingsbury was 29 years old when this was written.
The recipient, Julia Ann Bourne Kingsbury, was 53 when it was received.
George Henry Kingsbury died 42 years, 6 months, 19 days after writing this.
It was written 164 years, 7 months, 5 days ago.
It was a Friday.
Sept. 5 1856
My Dear Mother,
I promised to write you the last of this week, so I supposed you will be looking out for a letter. I never came back to Boston with such reluctance & heavy heart before, but now that I am here, I find it much less disagreeable than I anticipated. I am stopping at the Marlboro & I feel as unnatural & out of place as if I were in a strange city.
My short eighteen months of married life seems to have broken up my old associations, habits and feelings as effectually as if the time had been years instead of months. It seems to me as tho’ I were about to begin my life anew. In my present unsettled state, I, of course, feel more lonely than I shall when I get into my new quarters.
I have been looking at rooms ever since I arrived here, but have come to no decision yet. If I knew that Lincoln would room with me, I could decide very soon & could get very fine room, but if I am to room alone, I shall be obliged to put up with much more circumscribed accommodations, as they change very nearly as much for a room for one occupant as for two. If Lincoln don’t room with me & I take a room in a boarding house. I want to go with Mrs. Noyes & her family if possible. She will be here today & by the first of next week, I shall know her intentions. I shall write Linc today & hope to get an answer from him by Monday or Tuesday as it is important for me to know at once whether he will join me.
The weather is extremely hot & I might have staid in Kb. another week as there is no business going on here & Burbank has given up his idea of going to New Hampshire.
I called to Mrs. Morrill’s last night & found her home alone. The Dr. & Annie or both out of town. She told me Mary Cobb and a young lady from Louisville were going to Lincoln’s school. I guess Linc. Will have a dozen or so of his own scholars to start with.
I suppose Father will be here sometime next week unless some new trouble prevents him.
I took those packages to Mrs. Heaton. She has been quite unwell lately.
I may not have time to write Linc today, so if you see him tomorrow tell him to write me if he wants a room with me.