Below, on the left and right, are scanned images of a letter written by Mary Ann Hapgood of West Acton, to her son, Henry, who was away at war. The letter is dated March 6, 1861. Notice that every bit of the paper was used, as paper was rare in those times. The letter has been transcribed and you can read the text in the transcription if the handwriting is too difficult to decipher. In the letter, Mrs. Hapgood replies to a letter from her son, explaining that a package he had received from his mother containing paper and stamps and other items, had been opened and some of the items were missing.. |
Outside Envelope: Letter from West Acton
to a Civil War Soldier |
Transcription of the Hapgood Letter:
West Acton March 5. /63.
My Dear Henry.
Your father came home this [cross-out] evening bringing me a letter from you. I was very much pleased, but I felt sad after reading it, you was right in thinking that your box was opened, for I wrote you a long letter, and put in the letter twelve little stamps that must have been the reason you did not receive the letter I think I told you in the letter how many stamps I should put in I also put into the box, (do not remember exactly), but I believe it was between thirty and forty sheets of paper besides a pack of light yellow envelopes, and 3 or 4 white envelopes, enough I thought to last you untill your time was out, I also sent you some linen thread, and some patches to mend your clothes with also, two
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pens as your requested, your aunt Hall sent Eugene some linen thread there was a paper round his; with his name on it, and I requested you to give it to him. you said the pies were good but how many pies did you receive, I am afraid you did not get all I sent, there was four mince pies and one apple pie, I also sent you two kinds of round cakes some dried apple and a few pickles done up in a cloth and paper; part of the butter was put into a cloth and paper, for the pitcher did not hold as much as I wanted to send, there was five pounds of butter. I felt sorry the box was quite so small, for I could not get in all I meant to have sent you. David was here when I packed the box, he helped me do it, we filled every nook and corner when we could not get in a cake whole. |
My Dear Henry....
pens as you requested....
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