Civil War Letters of James Henry Lauriston Hull
Nov. 21st, 1863
My Dear Mammy,
In answer to your little note, I would say that I do not need those boots now, they will come in exactly right for early in spring when such things will be much higher and scarcer. You didn’t say anything about your shows. You must not let … cheat you out of them. Two or three shoe makers here told me there was enough to make a large pair of shoes, and I believe Col. Did, too. I would rather you would have the shoes than that I have the boots. I do feel very grateful for your kindness in thinking of me so often, but really I have more clothes than I know what to do with therefore I don’t and will not need anything soon. I got a little sick the other day, and I had so many friends waiting on me I thought they would have killed me. I didn’t know I had so many distinguished friends here before. The Lady who runs my boarding house sent a servant around to bathe my feet in warm water and had me some soup made the next day, and a young lady there made me a cup of pure coffee and called to ask how I was, and everyone seemed anxious to lend a hand. Then came Major Ford to see how I was (you see we board now at different houses). So when one morning while they were fixing up ever so many soups and teas, etc., I just slipped out of bed, got on my clothes and went up the street. Mrs. Barrett had just had me some nice soup made and was sending it around when the servant said to her yonder goes Mr. Hull up street (now she had never been in to see me you know & thought from my groanings at night that I was half dead. When she jumped up and went to the door and saw me, she said she had a good notion to throw the dish at me. So, I have been well ever since –
Well Mother I didn’t intend to say anything except about those boots and clothes, but I got on that long “yarn” about Mrs. Barrett.
But now about father writing to me at Liberty, now I wrote something about that before. I have never received any letter from him since that little note of half a dozen lines to tell me when the Quarterly Meeting would be, and that is not all, he may be at Liberty, till “Liberty” comes to us but I don’t intend to write to him any more until I do receive a letter from him. If he has not got time to write to me then I am equally busy. Every letter I wrote as much for him as you, yet he never seemed to notice them, at least not by answering any of them.
Well, I don’t think of anything else, only when you write always tell me of the two or three last letters you have received that I may know which got through. I am your affectionate dutiful son
J. H. L. Hull