[from
Sarah Graff to Clarinda?]
July Monday the 6 1863
ŇDar [sic] friend
i take up my pen to
let you know that i have not foregoten
[sic] you and that I miss you very much when Sunday [evenings?] comes
yes I often think of you and your poor little ones and of thare father that is so far from you and them i hope that
the lord will spare his life and bring him back to his wife and children again
for it is hard to be left as I am in this world I often wish i was laid in the grave by my husband and [child?] i
feel very lonesome by spells [p.2]
it will be five weeks Wednesday since i left
Utica but it seems more like a year then [sic] five weeks I donŐt feel contened
[sic] there then eny [sic] other place I know of it
is very plest [sic] here for the lake is wright [sic] in front of the house I often sit by the window for hours and
look in the water it is getting
late and I must bring my letter to a close so I bid you good night Mary sends her love to you excuse me for not writing sooner I am well and hope that these few lines
find you and children the same
when you write let me know when you hear from your husband last and how
he is getting along.
Write soon and [oblig?] me
I remain as ever your
Friend Sarah M Graff
Yours truly
Direct your letters
Sarah M Graff
[Houkinsville?]
NY
Excuse this poor writing