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hopers have eat up our
corn and it will be hard
scraching to live this
year Eugenia has a beau
this after noon and
she cannot write Robt
cannot sell the farm
for one quater of its value
every one here are trrying
to sell meny are leave-
ing with out selling if you
could come out and
make us A viset the girls
are not atending School
this fall. We have A few
Aples on some of the oldest
trees I reseaved the five
Dolars you sent and have
bought A sack of flower
with it. We thank you much
I do not want you to
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deprive your self for us
some way will open before
long for us I hope the chil-
dren are all well at the
present time but I am home
sick and it seems as though
my sole would starve for
those I love at home Wilford
is at home with mother he
has not writen since they
mooved I hope Sarah is
well. Bell has not writen
for A long time thare is
A great change in our
famoly since If left the
children have grown
up and Maried some are
in heaven I will be glad
when it comes my turn
to go I have never had
A chance to make eny
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hopers have eat up our
corn and it will be hard
scraching to live this
year Eugenia has a beau
this after noon and
she cannot write Robt
cannot sell the farm
for one quater of its value
every one here are trrying
to sell meny are leaveing with out selling if you
could come out and
make us A viset the girls
are not atending School
this fall. We have A few
Aples on some of the oldest
trees I reseaved the five
Dolars you sent and have
bought A sack of flower
with it. We thank you much
I do not want you to
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deprive your self for us
some way will open before
long for us I hope the children are all well at the
present time but I am home
sick and it seems as though
my sole would starve for
those I love at home Wilford
is at home with mother he
has not writen since they
mooved I hope Sarah is
well. Bell has not writen
for A long time thare is
A great change in our
famoly since If left the
children have grown
up and Maried some are
in heaven I will be glad
when it comes my turn
to go I have never had
A chance to make eny
"Letter from Susan Cornelia Woodruff Scholes, 13 August 1877," p. 2, The Wilford Woodruff Papers, accessed May 8, 2024, https://wilfordwoodruffpapers.org/p/zK1Z