Civil War - Great 1865 Letter From De Witt Iowa From A War Widow - Runyon
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Civil War - Great 1865 Letter From De Witt Iowa From A War Widow - Runyon:
2+ pgs letter, approx. 5" x 8", dated at De Witt, Iowa, August 8, 1865, from Genevieve Runyon, to her brother-in-law, A.S. Runyon,at St. John, Putnam County, Missouri.
Includes the original envelope, with partly struck postmark ("IOWA" can be read), and #65 3c rose with black cancel.
Written not long after the end of the Civil War,with great war related content from this woman whose soldier husband, James Runyon,died in the war, in which she writes of the "cruel war" being over, and seeing all the "lonely homes", wondering what it all meant. She writes ofhow sad it was when the remains of her husband's Regiment came home, and how she feels like "a wandererwho is looking for someone who I'll never see again", and that every shrub and tree reminds her of her husband.
"Dear Brother & Sister:It has been a long year since I received a letter from you. I wrote you before I started for Minnesota. I suppose you received it. I spent the Summer and Fall with my sister, living then in Winona. I liked the place because my poor James had been in that State. Dear brother, in the first place, how is my Sister and the dear children. I hope you are all well and doing well is the wish of my heart....
I suppose you would like to know how I'm getting along. I had my Father to move into my house, and I'm keeping house for him. I was so very lonely that I could not live in the country. I feel a little better contented now, as my mind is taken up with household duties, yet I feel like a wanderer looking for someone that I'll never see again. Now the cruel war is over, when I look back and see the many lonely homes, I wonder what it all meant. It was such a cruel stroke for us. God's holy will be done. How I felt when the remainder of his Regt. returned, I cannot describe. I felt then that I had lost him forever on this earth. It is foolishof meto be ever complaining, but I cannot help it. I could write forever on the subject. I know I'm writing to his favorite brother, and that brother will not think me foolish. Every tree and shrub remind me of the loved one....
The farmers all busyat this time, tho weather very unfavorable, as it rains every other day. Harry's family are well, he is clerking in a store, still very lame. He received a letter from you. He was telling meyou enquired for me. Every day I'd think I'd write, but kept putting it off. I hope to do better in the future..."