I Wish You Would Write Soon

Colby Bicentennial Seal 1813-1863

April 12, 1847

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Dear Mother and Sisters one and all, 

I have been waiting for some one to write but I have got tired of waiting and have resolved to write myself. I am enjoying first-rate health and feel as happy as a clam in high water. The lessons are all easy and I can get them and not study six hours each day, although I study more than that. Why have some of you folks not written? I believe I wrote a great long letter and all I got for it was a pair of pants and a bundle of books and three or four lines of writing. You must write soon “all of you” it is cheaper to write letters now than to send papers.

This term is almost out and we have a vacation of ten days and where to spend that time I do not know. I don’t know whether to go to Norridgewock go home or go to Boston next vacation. There are a number of students going up to Boston next vacation if the boats will carry them cheap and as Pa promised me that I might go up there last winter if I would be a good boy and study hard enough to enter college but as I kept school last winter I suppose that he would have no objections to my going now. I wish you would ask and remind him of his promise and if he don’t want me to go find out what my uncle’s name is in Norridgewock and let me know before the three weeks are gone.

How are all the folks? Give a kiss to all the little folks and my love to all the great folks and take some for yourself. I wish you would write soon and answer all my inquiries and tell me about every thing that is going on in Old Town, whether Ma and Pa have moved, how many scholars you have got and who they are and everything you can think of and something more. … I want you all to try and see if you cannot make out to write a letter. I think it is a great pity if four women can’t make out to write me one letter while I have to dig Greek roots all day and then set down and write a great long letter and if I don’t write every week you will say when I get home, “Why John, why have you not written. I guess that you have forgotten you had a home” and you will make a terrible fuss about it.  When you scold me for not writing you must think that I have a great many to write to while you have only one besides me but you can drum on that old piano and not think of me as if I was of no consequence.

From your most affectionate and almost forgotten brother and son,

John A. Blanchard, Class of 1850

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