LETTERS OF JOHN D.  MOLER,

Letter to his sister Hannah (Moler) Anderson, dated 2 Aug 1865

Transcribed and submitted by Marysue Eulitz, (c) 1999

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Garnet, Aug. 2, 1865



Sister Hannah



     I come over to town today in time to go to the burying of Grif Efaw who

died yesterday.  And just got back in time to see Cornelia breathe her last.

She had been getting better untill last Sunday when there was a change for

the worse.

     I asked her what I must write to you for her,  She said tell her to

meet me in the good world.  I told her she had done her duty in this life.

She said she had tried to.

     Henry has not go back from Lawrence yet, he is about well I believe.

Tommy Efaw is quite sick at this time.  Grif's Hannah is quite low although

there is a possibility of her recovering.  My family are enjoying good

health.

     It is a melancholy pleasure to sit by the bedside of my dying brothers

and sisters and hear their dieing wishes and moisten their parched tonge.

It is a consolation to me to know that everything was done for them that

could be done.

     We have had six of the best doctors our country affords to doctor our

friends but their have been five deaths up to this time.

     I shall write more when my mind is more calm.

Your brother,

John Moler.



     The ladys of the town have draped her in her best attire for burial.  I

told them to spare no pains or expense to make her appear as well as

possible.  She lays now in the other room with a sweet smile on her face.

     Let us hope the worst is past.