Young girl with crush writing soldier about Sleighing

Date Written

March 12, 1865

Member of Series

Atwilda Rose Andrews was 19 years old when this was written.
The recipient, Joseph Albert Penly, was 24 when it was received.

It was written 153 years, 10 months, 11 days ago.
It was a Sunday.

Paris
March 12 1865

Friend Alfred,

Your kind letter was rec’d over a week ago—but as I am away down here at work I have had no chance of answering before so you will please excuse me. I came down here two weeks ago yesterday. I was as homesick as I could be at first but have got so I like very much at present. Oh! Alf, I have been having a gay time to day if it is Sunday.

Charlie Doe one of the fellows of this place is at work here and he and I have been sliding down hill to day on a sled. This house is situated on a high hill; if fact there is nothing but hills here as well as at our place. We went up to the top of the hill and slid down & is there is an icy crust on the snow the sled went so fast that he could not stop it & we went over a great bank and landed several feet below at the bottom of the bank. Neither of us were hurt and we were very much amused with our adventure. I wish you had been here & have seen us. Don’t you think II am a wild girl Alf? Sliding down hills with the boys but then if we can’t enjoy ourselves when we are young when can we? And I call myself petty young yet, only sixteen years of age.

How are you enjoying yourself this winter and how much longer have you got to stay? About my picture, I have not any taken now but shall have some taken this summer & then you shall have it. And I want yours very much. Send it as soon as you can want you Alfred?

I don’t know as I have much news to write you as I do not hear from our place (Milton) now. I suppose they have drafted in Milton now but I do not know who is drafted. I will begin to close as you will be tired of reading this by this time. Write as soon as you get it won’t you and send your picture if possible.

Direct to Rosie A. Andrews
Paris Hill
In care of Rufus Farrar, Me.

Will you think of me when you’re far, far away
Where the wild winds whistle & soft zephyrs play
Will you cast one deep thought In remembrance of me
For friendship, true friendship I cherish for thee

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