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Ann Larimer letters to husband John, February-July 1865

02_1866-03-07-Page 02

I cannot tell you what ailed for there was so mutch the matter with her, Doc give but little hopes of her from the first, I got here about 11 o'clock Sunday, she kept getting worse all the time, about 10 at night she could not swalow & she could not be aroused any more by calling "Mother, Mother," as that was the way that they would get her to answer, she lay from about that time untill after daylight & then seemed to [sic] up. she came to her self enough to sense her pain & we thought was takeing a turn for the better but it did not last long, she soon again was in pain & so great was her disstress that we had to give her medicine to kill the pain, she laid untill this morning when she left all her eases & paines & went to another higher & better world where she knows no pain but is resting from her labors. John, how we wished for her to come to enough to know and talk to us & tell what her wishes were, but it could not be. she had done her work in this world. Edd Headdly went to town for the burial clothes to day. They are being made now. I asked Father how he wanted her dressed, he said he got her in white & he would lay her away in white. John, there is no use to tell you how we all feel if I could & it would be impossible to do so. Mother did not say anything about dying through her sickness, she is to have a sermon preached tomorrow at one o'clock the methodist minister from Quincy, I will write again this week & give you the particulars, god be with you & give you peace to bear this great & heavy loss, my husband in every time of kneed   your wife, Ann

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I cannot tell you what ailed for there was so mutch the matter with her, Doc give but little hopes of her from the first, I got here about 11 o'clock Sunday, she kept getting worse all the time, about 10 at night she could not swalow & she could not be aroused any more by calling "Mother, Mother," as that was the way that they would get her to answer, she lay from about that time untill after daylight & then seemed to [sic] up. she came to her self enough to sense her pain & we thought was takeing a turn for the better but it did not last long, she soon again was in pain & so great was her disstress that we had to give her medicine to kill the pain, she laid untill this morning when she left all her eases & paines & went to another higher & better world where she knows no pain but is resting from her labors. John, how we wished for her to come to enough to know and talk to us & tell what her wishes were, but it could not be. she had done her work in this world. Edd Headdly went to town for the burial clothes to day. They are being made now. I asked Father how he wanted her dressed, he said he got her in white & he would lay her away in white. John, there is no use to tell you how we all feel if I could & it would be impossible to do so. Mother did not say anything about dying through her sickness, she is to have a sermon preached tomorrow at one o'clock the methodist minister from Quincy, I will write again this week & give you the particulars, god be with you & give you peace to bear this great & heavy loss, my husband in every time of kneed your wife, Ann