Dear Sir:-- Accept my very best thanks for your kind inquiries regarding my health, which I am happy to say is as good as usual. My thoughts often recur to the happy hours which we have passed together -- hours which I have thought have passed like minutes, so full where they of the pleasure which I ever feel in your company. While I feel that my personal pretensions are but humble, I believe that you will be pleased with the enclosed miniature, the view of which, in my absence, may call to your mind a remembrance of me. While I feel that the likeness is a rather flattering one, still, should it but serve to bring me to your remembrance, the skill of the artist will not have been exercised in vain. Pray accept it as a friendly momento from
Dear ....:-- No letter again! You are really growing intolerably negligent, and I shall begin to think that you are getting tired of me, and that some new attraction is in the field. Knowing how anxious I am respecting your health and welfare, I am sure you will give me the credit of not writing from idle jealousy, although I really feel grieved and anxious at your unusual neglect.
I have no news just at present -- indeed, I am too much out of spirits to write at any great length. Pray hasten to remove all doubt from the mind of one whose thoughts, day and night, are upon you only.
(YAY. No more 'some guy proposed marriage the day after he met me' letters.)
Kingston, July 5th, 18--,
My Dear...: -- If anything could compensate for your absence from me yesterday it is the charming, kind letter in which you poured out your thoughts so fervently. I have read, and read, and cried over it, till I begin to believe that there is even a degree of painfulness in feeling oneself beloved. We had, in all other respects, a delightful day. My friends here make so much of me, that I am afraid I shall be spoilt by over-indulgence. We were engaged in a pic-nic the whole of the afternoon, and came home heartily tired. This, however, did not prevent a great deal of music and singing in the evening, and it was .... o'clock before we parted. I have little news to convey to you-- indeed our letters are so frequent, that they almost anticipate events. I trust that you are getting on well with your Hartford work, and that the next Commemoration will see you a Bachelor of Arts instead of a sleeveless under-graduate.
My aunt, Mr. and Mrs. ...., and all here unite in their kindest regards, and with sincere gratitude for your constant tenderness and affectionn,
Last week I mentioned that October was gonna be all Songs I Heard in the Hairdressers Having Been Dragged There by My Mother When I Was Little and She Was Getting her 'Do Done. Now, the following I can't hear without thinking about sitting in the hairdressers:
'What Does It Take (to Win Your Love)' - Junior Walker and the All-Stars
Another, to an old Acquaintance, on the Grounds of Poverty
(Just when you thought we'd finally run out of versions of Letter I...)
Albany, October 5, 18--
To say that I do not feel pleased and flattered at your proposal, would be to tell a useless untruth. I feel deeply, almost painfully, the conviction that your kind expressions are dictated by sincerity, and am the more grieved to be compelled to discourage them.
But how are we situated? What hope of happiness with our unsettled prospects, and worse than small means? Industry has doubtless never been, and never will be, wanting on your part; but the want of patronage and capital will ever hold back the efforts of the most strenuous. For my own part, I can do little to make myself an incumbrance (sic) upon the efforts of one so young as yourself. No, my dear...., we must wait for better times, and not entail misery beyond calculation upon others, as well as ourselves, by a too hasty step.
Let us, therefore, continue, as before, friends; and if better times come, it will then be for us to talk about matrimony. Believe me, then, with every good and kindly wish,
The hubs and I are now devoting more time to taking walks, rather than sitting around reading and waiting for Antiques Roadshow to come on. Which brings us to:
"Walkin' in the Rain' - Jay and the Americans
This month, the selections for the Tuesday Song of the Week will be songs I remember hearing at the hairdresser's, where I would get dragged (at ages 4 through 6) when my mother's big 'do needed attention. I would sit there quietly, smelling the Aquanet, and looking at pictures in the magazines.
Another, (yep, another, version of Letter I) on the Grounds of Levity
Hartford, June 15, 18--
Sir: -- It is to my sorrow that I confess that there was a time when your addresses would have both flattered and pleased me. That time has long since passed. Why -- you best know.
I could never consent to unite myself to a man who has marred the happiness of more than one young person, by his total forgetfulness of the proper duties of the stronger sex to the weaker. I have heard, unhappily, too much of your last year's conduct, to feel any compunction in at once declining any more intimate acquaintance.
Wishing, however, that you may be more true to yourself, and that the dangerous levity, which must eventually prove more fatal to your happiness than it has done hitherto, may be exchanged for a more manly, because more innocent, line of conduct.
Thursday's Farm Fowl is sorta like 'Wednesday's Child,' i.e. that thingie that local news stations run to help foster kids get adopted. Here we're finding forever homes for foster farm fowl.
This week, we have identical twins Ushant and Feodor, and their stepsister Dardanella.
The twins enjoy thinking and wondering.
Dardanella likes sitting on things. Like tables and shelves.
They have a strong bond and must be adopted together. The adoption fee is minimal. They will soon be available for adoption (oh, the paperwork that must be completed. Ay yi yi) here: www.etsy.com/shop/PeaceableAntiques