Foster's 17^th. 63

 

            My own Darling,

                                                I wrote to you yesterday, but I can't let such a good opportunity slide without sending you another "scribble scrabble". Father is going to Tuscaloosa, tomorrow, and attempt to get your clothing sent to you. I hope he will succeed. I almost wish I could be one of these flannel shirts for a little while at least so I could be with my own Darling for a little time. Don't you wish you could peep in on us now. We've just come in from prays & disrobed & by the way Sis Lydia insisted very strongly that I should put on my wedding gown to night. Sis Sarah & myself are busy writing She to her better half I to my better two thirds Mother is making Tom & Jerry on the hearth for the benefit of my throat, and sister Lydia is wasting breath begging me to let her read this letter. My throat was better this morning, but they kept me singing all day, and 'tis the same old sixpence to night. I dont do anything but eat chincapins and play the pianno. I never saw a family so fond of music as this.

 

My sickness has not passed away entirely but it does not disturb me but very little. I've used the stone but once since I got home. I think / I shall manage to lose it before you come home. Sister Lydia wont let me write She keeps throwing in stray ideas occasionally. She says I must tell you that I dressed up this evening and looked so sweet, and looked for you to come home but you didn't come, to my sorrow.

 

How did you leave M^rs Ried. I hope you and M^rs Laymann had a good time of it there together, I think its a very strange idea in her taking gentlemen in to stay with her and she a "lone woman". Did she give you anything better to eat than when I was there. I presume all the apples are gone, the soldiers had a fine opportunity to gather them on the retreat from Chattanooga Mother feeds me up finely here. I wish you could have been at home to dine with us to day. I have a stupendous appetite; weigh 95^lbs I hope the flannel will suit. I want to send a Bible to you but did not bring mine over. I have one here given me by M^r Burpo, I presume you would not care to have that one, & I do not wish to part with it. I treasure it as a gift from the dead. When I left home all were well, Minnie & Bartie are with Mother Bartie is going to school with Buddie

 

'Tis getting late darling, and my Tom & Jerry is getting cold. I must bid you good night with the pray that sweet sweet dreams may come

 

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to my own Darling so far from me. And with a deeper pray that this terrible war will not separate you much longer from your

                                               

Devoted Wife

Nannie

 

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Darling if your clothes is not sent I intend to send this letter by mail I'm in a hurry Mother is packing them up & cannot wait From   Nannie

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