1864-11-19: Weedon,Hamilton M., to Young, Mollie, Letter |
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[page 1] Eufaula Nov. 19th 1864 Dear Mollie It is a miserably, dark, rainy Saturday night, and I am alone, thank gracious. The good people of Eufaula must have all retired for I have not heard a foot fall on the side walk for over an hour. Silence reigns supreme save the occasional popping of the fire, and the monotonous dripping of the water in the gutter. I like the stillness because it serves my purpose. I have said I was alone, but beg pardon, - not quite alone. I have two companions, my segar - not a pipe this time - and a little bluish-grey eyed person (imaginary). For the last hour or two I have been puffing my segar and talking to the little person as though she were present, trying to tell her how much I love her, though I know it cant be told. I took the little hymn book, hallowed by her touch, looked a long time at the name in it then at the little dried geranium leaf, wondering who gave it, and read several hymns. I intend to read it quite regularly hereafter, and probably by your return will have read it through. It may cause the confession of a sinner. Who knows. I called on Miss Addie last night and stayed till ten o'clock, talking of you most of the [page 2] time. She is a dear, good person, and a great friend of ours. She expects a letter from you Tuesday. I hope she will not be disappointed because I expect you to send me some message. She and Miss Ada rode horseback yesterday evening and I knew nothing of it till night when I became exceedingly mouthy and said several words that somebody might have considered "bad". Miss Addie said she would write to you that I was very much smitten with a Miss Pain from Macon. You wont believe it will you? When you hear that a pain has smote me, take it for granted that it is the rheumatism or neuralgia. It is very late and my dim tallow candle is burning very low but before I tell you good night, promise, if you find anything objectionable in the letter to burn it and let me know. I will not ask you to answer it, because I know if you think anything of me, or if you have not promised your parents not to, you will write me. Good night. I love you dearly. H M Weedon I hope you will say a little prayer for me tomorrow. Don't you want to say one for me? H.M.W.
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Title | 1864-11-19: Weedon,Hamilton M., to Young, Mollie, Letter |
Creator | Weedon, Hamilton M., b. 1835 |
LC Subject Headings |
Weedon, Hamilton M., b. 1835 Confederate States of America. Army--Medical care--Alabama Military hospitals--Alabama--Auburn Auburn (Ala.)--History--Civil War, 1861-1865 United States--History--Civil War, 1861-1865 Hospitals--Alabama |
EOA Categories |
History – 1838-1874: Sectionalism, the Civil War and Reconstruction Peoples -- Military Life Government and Politics -- Military |
Description | This is the correspondence (1864-1865) between Weedon and his fiancee, Mary (Mollie) Young of Eufaula, including two Civil War letters written by Weedon while on post duty in Eufaula and in Auburn, Alabama. Post-war correspondence consists of letters between Weedon and Miss Young while Weedon was practicing medicine in Key West for six months to recoup his fortunes before their marriage. Weedon, a Florida native, served as health officer in the port of Key West, Florida, from 1857 to 1861. During the Civil War, he served as a surgeon with the Army of Tennessee until 1864, when he was transferred to post duty. After the war, he practiced medicine and went into the drug business in Eufaula, Alabama. |
Digital Publisher | Auburn University Libraries |
Date | 1864-11-19 |
Original Format | 1 letter, 2 pages |
Type | Text |
Format | PDFs |
Original Item ID | RG 473 |
Rights | This image is the property of the Auburn University Libraries and is intended for non-commercial use. Users of the image are asked to acknowledge the Auburn University Libraries. For information about obtaining high-resolution copies of this and other images in this collection, please contact the Auburn University Libraries Special Collections & Archives Department at archives@auburn.edu or (334) 844-1732. |
Relation With | www.american-south.org |
Language | eng |
File Name | Weedon letters 01.pdf |
Collection | H. M. Weedon Papers |
Repository | Auburn University Libraries. Special Collections and Archives. |
Submitted by | Coxwell, Allana; Thornton, Linda; Galati, Leslie Ann; Coates, Midge |
Transcript | [page 1] Eufaula Nov. 19th 1864 Dear Mollie It is a miserably, dark, rainy Saturday night, and I am alone, thank gracious. The good people of Eufaula must have all retired for I have not heard a foot fall on the side walk for over an hour. Silence reigns supreme save the occasional popping of the fire, and the monotonous dripping of the water in the gutter. I like the stillness because it serves my purpose. I have said I was alone, but beg pardon, - not quite alone. I have two companions, my segar - not a pipe this time - and a little bluish-grey eyed person (imaginary). For the last hour or two I have been puffing my segar and talking to the little person as though she were present, trying to tell her how much I love her, though I know it cant be told. I took the little hymn book, hallowed by her touch, looked a long time at the name in it then at the little dried geranium leaf, wondering who gave it, and read several hymns. I intend to read it quite regularly hereafter, and probably by your return will have read it through. It may cause the confession of a sinner. Who knows. I called on Miss Addie last night and stayed till ten o'clock, talking of you most of the [page 2] time. She is a dear, good person, and a great friend of ours. She expects a letter from you Tuesday. I hope she will not be disappointed because I expect you to send me some message. She and Miss Ada rode horseback yesterday evening and I knew nothing of it till night when I became exceedingly mouthy and said several words that somebody might have considered "bad". Miss Addie said she would write to you that I was very much smitten with a Miss Pain from Macon. You wont believe it will you? When you hear that a pain has smote me, take it for granted that it is the rheumatism or neuralgia. It is very late and my dim tallow candle is burning very low but before I tell you good night, promise, if you find anything objectionable in the letter to burn it and let me know. I will not ask you to answer it, because I know if you think anything of me, or if you have not promised your parents not to, you will write me. Good night. I love you dearly. H M Weedon I hope you will say a little prayer for me tomorrow. Don't you want to say one for me? H.M.W. |