Letter 24 November 3, 1871

“My hands are so sore I can hardly write from husking corn”

I seat myself to let you know that I am well at present, hoping these few lines may find you the same. I did not get your letter until last Sunday. We have got a new preacher this year, his name is Spring. We have had some weddings here this fall. Leida Cadwallader has been married this fall. She has gone down about Cincinnati. Henry Beard and Bindy Brendle have been married and Belle Hunter and Peter Hair. Grandpa and Jerries folks are going out north next Tuesday to stay about a week. Annie is up at Reubens working for two or three weeks. Her and Grandpa could not get along. Dove is about as bad as ever, Leide and him sends their love to you and say they would like to see you. Well I must bring my letter to a close for this time. My hands are so sore I can hardly write from husking corn, so goodbye. Write soon

N.B. John Driscol's wife is dead and Albert Miller is dead. Jennie's husband and she is not expected to live his body was sent to Springfield and is now in the vault.