Letter from W. W. Burgiss to Etta Bailey, September 1, 1886 · Greer Heritage Museum collection

Title

Letter from W. W. Burgiss to Etta Bailey, September 1, 1886

Accession Number

2022.1.4.14

Accession Date

February 4, 2023

Accession Creator

David Lovegrove

Depositor

Shuman B. Gerald, III

Date

September 1, 1886

Storage Location

General Archive Box #7 Folder #8

Text

My Darling Etta
I wrote you once to day and promised to write again and I must keep my promise but my dear girl it will be short letter I am sick to day but you must not tell anyone so Ma [???] get it for she would be very uneasy about me and I do not wish it. Give her my trouble about me when it could do no good and I am only a little sick anyway I am only suffering from a cold and such a terrible cough and my chest is hurting me a little and if I were to get sick I would be in good hands as I am with a South Carolina gang and with “Masons” Look here darling you must take good care of yourself and get rid of that cold do give my love to your Ma Grand Ma and all “Crish” sends his “gilt edge” regards to all I am going out to night to hear an immensely funny comedy play at the “Bijou Opera House” Do write me long long letters You cant have them too long for me What about the big “Earth quake” in old S.C its all the sensation here to day Did you feel it at Greer’s Do darling excuse this letter as I have a poor pen and a bad place to write and a must do it very hurriedly a some boys are at the door waiting on me N.Y City seems like home to me now I can go any place by my self Do write me long long letters and give me
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lots of news I am almost crazy to see you darling and when I do see you I know I will almost cry for joy Do give my love to Miss Minnie and any inquiring friends You said something about letters from friends I have rec’d letters from Jim Bru Frank and Mm Pollard all of which have reached me safely and in time Your letters were delayed but all reached me at last Your own Will with Lots of love and in big haste
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How’s Lady Flim
How’s Frank’s Cold
How’s Edwin Cold

The more I see of the north the more I admire the south The sunny South is the most beautiful land under Gods blue canopy and the [wimen ?] of the south are the noblest and purest on Gods green earth Do excuse this pen as it will write about every other stroke [???]
E quaker [earthquake] was felt here distinctly