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To Ellen Mowrer Miller from friends, Boone County, Iowa, 1868-1887

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thou Ellie perhaps you have changed your name, who knows? You may no longer be Miss Ellie Mowrer, but I hope not until my letter reaches you. I have not heard from Aunt Mag, for a long a time, for the reason that I have never written but two letters to her since I came home, wrote her one the other day, dont you think I am very bad Ellie to be so negligent, but I have made up my mind I will do better in future. I often wonder if I will ever enjoy myself as well again as I did my visit out to Iowa How often I repeat these words, How sweet to think of days gone by, Of days of happiness without alloy, And know where'er our memories lie, Ellie what has become of poor Jimmy I hope he is still flourishing and how is the "Old shoe", does it still continue to perform its task at the wheel. I can still laugh yet when I think about it, I can see it yet as it "[illegible] around the circle" and do tell me how the Jones are? If they are still alive? how often this summer have I wished that I could take a ride on your pony, but that pleasure was not mine? how is William and Nathan, Father, and Mother, and last but not least little Mac? do tell one all about them, tell William I often think of the buggy-ride we had, often wish it could be [illegible], tell him I presume he takes some [illegible] else out riding now, tell him not to forget to give on an invitation to the wedding, tell Nathan I hope he has forgiven me for

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thou Ellie perhaps you have changed your name, who knows? You may no longer be Miss Ellie Mowrer, but I hope not until my letter reaches you. I have not heard from Aunt Mag, for a long a time, for the reason that I have never written but two letters to her since I came home, wrote her one the other day, dont you think I am very bad Ellie to be so negligent, but I have made up my mind I will do better in future. I often wonder if I will ever enjoy myself as well again as I did my visit out to Iowa How often I repeat these words, How sweet to think of days gone by, Of days of happiness without alloy, And know where'er our memories lie, Ellie what has become of poor Jimmy I hope he is still flourishing and how is the "Old shoe", does it still continue to perform its task at the wheel. I can still laugh yet when I think about it, I can see it yet as it "[illegible] around the circle" and do tell me how the Jones are? If they are still alive? how often this summer have I wished that I could take a ride on your pony, but that pleasure was not mine? how is William and Nathan, Father, and Mother, and last but not least little Mac? do tell one all about them, tell William I often think of the buggy-ride we had, often wish it could be [illegible], tell him I presume he takes some [illegible] else out riding now, tell him not to forget to give on an invitation to the wedding, tell Nathan I hope he has forgiven me for