1859 Feb 24
February 24, 1859
I this morning take my pen in hand to drop you a few lines to let you know that we are well at this time and I hope that these few lines may find you enjoying the same blessing of God.
You told me tell you something about Mare and the children. They are well. Little brother weighs 27 pounds. Mare wants to see you very bad.
Hermely sends her love and best respects to you and Tom and Bill. She wants to see you all, and she is as bad as ever, and she wants to marry as bad as ever. She is staying at their father’s two or three weeks.
Uncle William Smith Cale died and was buried the day before Uncle Dudley was. Inflammation in the head was the matter with it.
I am very sorry to hear that you mashed your fingers.
Bud and me and Susan is invited to Mr. Osban Canafax’s to a party tomorrow night.
Oh, I forgot. Permely told me to tell you to write to her and you must write me to excuse my bad telling and scribbling.
So nothing more at present, only remaining yours until death.
Margret A. Harden to W. H. Harden