Susan Bancroft directed this letter to her brother, Albert Bancroft. He may not have received the letter as he was taken prisoner on 20 April 1864.
Shortsville [New York]
April 25, 1864
Dear Soldier Brother Albert,
I now take my pen in hand to write a few lines to you. It rains today a slow dull rain so I have not hung out my clothes. Does the rain ever hinder you down there washing day?
It is rather dull here now. Myra is working to Mr. R. Sanger’s. Mother is off on a visit to Millport. Celia, Father, and I are here at home. There is not much noise here now — only when Henry or Myra or both come. Then it seems a little like old times except that we are a older now than when all were around the circle. Now only a few remain. We looked long for your return and were disappointed when you did not come. Alice Pennoyer came here about 3 weeks ago in company with a soldier. I thought at first that it might be you — and after all, it was a Webb — not of cloth. He came from Dixie to see Myra. He is quite a fine young man, 28 years old. Beau do not seem to be very scarce though the war has taken some — yes — many dear ones. But George Colter is not among them. He has lost all the esteem I ever had for him by flying to Canada because he did not wish to go and share the trials of our own loved country. Don’t I agree with your views?
Do you have good meetings in your camp? How do you enjoy them? Willie seems to like as well as he expected. You must write a cheerful letter to him. I think of working to N. L. Aldridge’s this summer. Do you think I had better try to teach next winter? And where? You are acquainted more than I am. I suppose Myra has told you all the news so I will write no more now.
Much love. Write soon. Yours truly, — Susie E. B.