| Your brothers have all got a fine work in England, the house is so empty and
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| sad.
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| The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad.
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| And your sister Bridget and Patrick O’Donnell are going to be married in June.
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| Mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon.
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| Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John.
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| Hello to your Misses and to your four children, may they grow healthy and
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| strong.
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| Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble I suppose that he never will learn.
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| Because of the dampness there’s no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to
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| burn.
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| And Bridget is happy, we named a child for her although she’s got six of her
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| own.
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| You say you found work but you don’t say what kind or when you will be coming
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| home.
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| Kilkelly, Ireland, 1880, dear Michael and John, my sons.
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| I’m sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother has gone.
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| We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly, your brothers and Bridged were
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| there.
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| You don’t have to worry she died very quickly, remember her in your prayers.
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| And it’s so good to hear that Michael’s returning, with money he’s sure to buy
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| land
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| for the crop has been poor and the people are selling at any price that they
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| can.
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| Kilkelly, Ireland, 1890, my dear and loving son John.
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| I suppose that I must be close on eighty, it’s thirty years since you’re gone.
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| Because of all of the money you send me I’m still living out on my own
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| Michael has built himself a fine house and Bridget’s daughters have grown.
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| Thank you for sending your family-picture, they’re lovely young women and men
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| You say that you might even come for a visit, what joy to see you again.
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| Kilkelly, Ireland, 1892, my dear brother John.
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| I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner to tell you, but father passed on.
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| He was living with Bridged, she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to
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| the end.
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| You should have seen him playing with the grandchildren of Pat MacNamara,
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| your friend.
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| And we buried him alongside of mother, down at the Kilkelly churchyard
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| he was a strong and a feisty old man considering his life was so hard.
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| And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you, he called for you at the end
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| oh why don’t you think about coming to visit, we’d all love to see you again |