Loel C. Hakes to Elizabeth Hakes, 29 January 1863
Thibodaux.
Camp Steven lusiany Jan. 29/63
 
Dear Lib I recieved yours of the 12 I was glad to hear that you was well but the news of frank death was bad hear among the boys that knew him O what a sad thing it was I am afraid it will kill ad how Wheal will feal I should think he would come home if he could and I presume he will lib it made mee feal bad we cant tell how quick some of us will folow him I help bring a man out of the hospital day before yesterday that died and thare was one died yesterday with the tifoid feaver it mad mee feal bad to think that a man had got to dy so far away from his folks our compny is very sick yet Billy Waters is doing duty know we had a cold night last night there was a hard frost we think that is cold it is very cold nights and warm days lib we have draud our pay to day and the next thing is to send it home we all marched abought a half a mild where the paymaster was I draw 17 dolers a month the ordly only gets 20 I had 65 dolers and 75 cents coming to mee up / to the first of January fore months pay lib what can you doo with it I will trust you will doo what is right some of the men is a fraid to sen it to thear wives I guess you had beter let all crownes have it take his noat and get a good siner dear lib doo it safe I want you to get that money of Beacher if Johnson dont want to pay know make him give you a knew noat and let it run 8 months if there dont eny body want it poot it in the Bank I guess I shal express it next monday dear lib you made mee feal bad a riteing abought that leter I am sory it come jest as it did ad is having trouble know but lib what I wrote I mean and I feal evry day I persume you told them it was mean riting sotch a leter you sed if you had got the leter you should not let rozill see it I am very glad you did not get it dear lib cant you agree with mee dont you sopose I know what I am abought all the trouble with you you are afraid of your enn enimies that makes mee think of the times way we youse to talk dear lib are you ashamed ar you afraid I am a going to rite something that will hert you haint I sensibol 
 
it seems to mee as if you was afraid of mee I persume you have burnt that leter up
 
dear lib that leter is jest the way I feal to night if your folks dont like it they can shove it up thear pant lets that is the way I feal folks that will keep sotch a son of a bitch as walice Bingum around them can live with out them I sopose you will read this leter I send to kait I want you to for meby there will be some thing in it you wont want your folks to see dear lib if I had talked so to them years agoo I should ben beter off I am willing to let it all go dear lib I like you more and more know lib I dont want the chance to rite so agane I think my life of you dear lib if I sould hear that netty was ber dead o what I should doo I cant tell I think my life of her I am sofering now for her and for you you spoke abought my riting longer leter to rozill and I did to you dear lib you should not ought to rote so you know you had not lib you youse to think be cause I did not say so motch Dear lib / that I did not think so motch of you lib I think evry thing of you I cant express my fealings Dear lib I think I have rote a good meny good leters to you that you ha haint recieved I rote a good meny leters to camp carlton I poot too sheats in evry letter most the letter I got from you las you did not finish out the sheat lib I wish you would finish your sheats if you cant think of eny thing rite what lots of fun we have had when there want no body looking on I wont find falt with you because you have don affle well the men here think that if a man dont get a leter from his wife she dont think motch of him I did not get a leter from you for a long time but I kep on riteing to you a good meny sed they would not rite eny more till they herd from home it don mee good when I got them three leters from you lib rite me leters jest as often as you can I rote to you to send mee too papers a weak you nead not send mee only one in too weaks send mee the weakly lib I will rite some to morrow I want to rite to kait to night 
 
30 friday Lib I will finish my leter to you Dear lib I have expressed your money this after noon I have sent you sixty dollers it cost mee ten shiling frait I am agoing to send Leroys and mat to morow when I was expressing my money the express agent was right hear on the ground he wanted to know if I should pay him or if you should pay him I told him I would pay him I did not want to bother you eny more then I could help he sed I was a very kind hosband he was a fine man I knew I was dear like I say some times to motch I will admit but lib I have allwayes ben tru to you and I alwayes shal bee I know you have ben to mee you know my girl you know I am proud but dear wife I know I have ben abased and so have you and I cant but think abought it I will speak my fealings you know I think it is a beter plan than to back bight / as a good meny does ad would make you think to your face she was terible knice and the same time she will abuse you you know that is so lib that is the way I feal dear lib I have told you and I will tell you agane I think more and more of you if I can live to come home what a good time we will have o I shal know how to injoy it I know I shant bee very petickler abought my living it dont seam so know Dear wife I bought mee a half pound of boter to day it cost mee 30 cents a pound I guess I shant by eny more but I felt bad and I thought I would get some thing there is a man in compny B they dont think will live till morning I wont seal up the leter till morn and I will tell you I have sent kait a doller I thought I had out to what do you think abought it I want to get money of folks that is owing you to youse if you can you most get that of fil charch you tell him you are a going to live with rasailie and you most have it I am a fraid I shal loose it you most get it or good secureity tend to it lib I will resk you lib I will rite some more in the morning lib I wish I could sleep with you to night good night lib 
 
Dear lib it is morning that man is alive well this morning we hant had eny drill this fore non Abe ses he is going to send his money he thought first he would not send it Dear Lib I dont want to rite another sotch a letter bot lib I felt so and I thought I most rite jest as I felt know dear tell mee jest what you think I had some beff stake for breckfast I dont know bot it will make me sick it is / seldom I have eny sotch thing Lib do you remember the time we was up to your folks and we went a bering I guess you was to home then want you and I went I went up and see you do you remember what a good time we did have Hirom Berel ses tel Barb he will be a bot rite in a litle while hi improves very fast lib I most close rite often rite what the neighbers are dooing lib if you or the baby netty has eny new dresses send me some peaceis From your Hosband L C Hakes
 
to the best of wives Lib I should like to yet I would
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DATABASE CONTENT
(8196)DL1419.001116Letters1863-01-29

Tags: Anxiety, Death (Military), Drilling, Duty, Fear, Food, Home, Homesickness, Hospitals, Illnesses, Love, Mail, Marching, Marriages, Money, Payment, Sadness, Supplies, Weather

People - Records: 2

  • (3022) [writer] ~ Hakes, Loel C.
  • (3023) [recipient] ~ Hakes, Elizabeth ~ Hamilton, Elizabeth

Places - Records: 1

  • (56) [origination] ~ Thibodaux, Lafourche Parish, Louisiana

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Loel C. Hakes to Elizabeth Hakes, 29 January 1863, DL1419.001, Nau Collection