NELLIE PRINGLE SIMMONS, FEBRUARY 1893

From Nellie Pringle Simmons to her husband Frank Simmons 

Comments: Nellie wrote this entire epistle on the back of a postcard.  As you might guess, it is extremely tiny handwriting.  I have difficulty reading it and I know her handwriting well.  It is a charming note that describes an average day in a middle-class Victorian household.

Here is a scan of this letter.

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St. Paul, Minn. Feb 16th 93. 8:30 AM

Dear Frank: - I haven't yet heard from you. How are you all this morning. I surely will have a postal from home this morning. I have never waked these two past nights from the time my head touched the pillow until the rising bell sounded in the morning. But oh it is most awfully forlorn after going to my room. We have breakfasted these two mornings at 7:30. Mr. Mayo had the misfortune this morning in trying to get the ? out of the furnace to let the grating drop and couldn't get it back so he had to step out to get a man to fix it, so we haven't had a fire in the furnace this morning. Mrs. Mayo Eliza and I went to Christ's Church yesterday at 11:00 AM. Bishop Gilbert preached at me in other words he kept his eyes on me all through his address, and his sermon was as usual exceedingly good. We stayed to Communion. Eliza & I sat most of the PM in her room knitting and sewing. About five o' clock we went around to Cora's to call. We stayed about forty-five minutes with Mrs. S - & Dorothy before Cora came. They asked us to stay to dinner but of course we couldn't. Marcy came in just before we left. Cora insisted that I must come and visit her as I promised that if you will get along well I would spend an eve and night with her when I came back from Minneapolis. I don't know how I shall stand it being away so long, but Mrs. M is very anxious I should stay a whole week here. They want you to come up a day or so when I am about to go home and go back with us. Ed's maiden sister was to supper last eve and stayed late. She played a good deal of music for us. Write everyday.

Affectionately, Nellie

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