CORRESPONDENCE:  L.M. Parrish to Fannie Parrish Porter & Frank Porter, 1884

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Transcribed by:  Marabeth Plowman (maraedplow@earthlink.net)
Submitted:       14 May 2003
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Wilderness Road.


A letter from L.M. PARRISH to his daughter, Fannie Isadora Parrish 
PORTER and her husband, Frank Carrithers PORTER. The 'Willie' referred 
to in this letter is William Franklin PARRISH, who was preparing to 
marry Catherine RIDGEWAY on 23 April 1884.

						Mt. Washington Ky
						Feb 4th 1884
Dear Frank and Fannie.
	This leaves us all well except Ma and myself and we are better.
I have had a very severe cold which has lasted about three weeks and 
wound up last week with neuralgia in my face.  Edna was quite sick one 
night while she was here. She had taken cold and she seemed like she would 
choke to death. They went home on Friday. Willie went to C. Newkirk's 
sale on Friday last, and bought a good heavy bed a straw tick good 
bolster and pillows 4 sheets 9 blankets and comforts a bed stead and a 
new 1 horse brinly plow for $21 and some cents.That begins to look like 
business.

Charlie and Harry Stout went to Fairfield today.

Well Fannie I have not heard whether I drew the capital prize or not, I 
have seen no list of the drawings and do not know whether it came off 
or not. We have no way to get Friday's paper and it would be in that. I 
reckon you can probably tell me all about it. If I did draw the capital 
prize, break it to me by piecemeals, for I do not think I could stand 
it to hear it all at once. You might write a little about it this week 
and finish some other time. Ma and me have been keeping it a secret for 
fear of being laughted at.
						Yours, Papa

Submitted by Marabeth Porter Plowman