1901 Letter to Daughter Wilhelmina from Jennie
Contributed by Kathleen Haynes
Contact Myrtle Bridges June 21, 2008
Miss Wilhelmina Tate
Clinton, South Carolina
Kindness of Mr. Tull
Sept 23rd, 1901
My dear Wilhelmina,
I have been so engaged with Mrs. Ray that I have been unable to find a moment to write you or any
one else, except her business letters. I have never spent a more disagreeable two weeks. She is worse
than she ever was. She and Claude have been at daggers points. You can well imagine how she feels at
seeing the new bank building going up and her little insinuations against *Mr. Ingold sets Claude afire.
Then besides all this, Bettie Hutchesen wrote me that she would come up last Wednesday to make me a visit
and I've sent to the train Wednesday, Thursday and Friday - prepared dinner each day and Saturday we get
a card saying perhaps she would come Monday - that is today. Do you know what an amiable frame of mind I
have been in?
Ike Tull goes down to Clinton today and the girls think you will enjoy some cracker biscuits and a
glass of jelly more than cake 'tho I have a fine chocolate cake and a splendid citron cake on hand which
I made for Bet. I have not cut them, but would have willingly cut them for you, but Irene says don't do
it. Send her the jelly and biscuits for Mrs. Presnell is sending Necta cake and I know she will give
Wilhelmina some. I am glad to hear you are so well satisfied and do trust you may have a profitable year
and be greatly benefited both spiritually and mentally.
Sue you know has been at the hospital assisting Dr. Murphy in his correspondence. She came home yesterday
and of course for some days will be at a loss to fall in our way. I tell her I know she is so spoiled I can't
live with her after all the nice things Dr. Murphy said about her being so smart. Mrs. Fall has just called me
up on the telephone to send the things over, so I must close with love from us all.
*The 1900 Census of Burke County, Morganton shows Mr. Arthur M. Ingold 27, was a boarder
with Duncan C. and Claudia H. Pearson.
Back to Messages From A Hidden Past