Oswego Ill August 7th /65
Monday Eve.
Dear Oliver
I have been quite disappointed by not receiving a letter from you last week, but I suppose you are very busy, or does the old saying "out of sight, out of mind" apply to you. now that you have got back among friends I hope you have not found so many that you will forget us entirely, for we do not forget you. Lillie said the other day, she hoped when her papa came home again, we would have unpleasant weather all the time so he could'nt go away. The friends here are all well as usual, so far as I know.
Well I must tell you what Mother and I done last week. Monday forenoon she washed & in the afternoon she carded & made into bats the wool I had in that old comfortable. I took two dresses & made a new outside & lining & got it on so we commenced quilting tuesday after dinner, & by friday noon we had quilted three. One for me & two for Mother, & by saturday night I had another bed quilt set together. I want to quilt the three if I possibly can. Dont you think we did very well, for all the help we had was your mother came up one afternoon, and mother had all the wool to card, and besides thursday forenoon I washed, and friday I baked and ironed.
Tuesday Eve – 8th
I thought I should get this ready to send out with the mail this afternoon, but I have had so much to do to day, that I could not. This forenoon I washed & this afternoon I have been putting on a quilt, so you see I have not had much time to spare, and now every body else around here is abed so you must excuse me if I do not write a very long letter this time. Hugh got a letter from Jacksonville last friday, and brought it here for me to see it. Ann was failing very fast, and the Doctor thought her removal home would be advisable. It seems he has changed his mind since Mr Newell was down there. I wrote to you about it before. I do not know what Hugh is going to do about it.
I hope I shall get a letter from you tomorrow, I looked for one to day but it did not come. Tell Josephine that Charley has dried her a nice lot of currants. I made that glass jar full of jell and it is very nice.
I have nothing more to write this time, only I hope you will write to me often.
Mollie
To Oliver