Creeper.

Mugato: "I've had many things to say for some time but in the unsettled not to say worse state in which I & all were in I could not begin did not know where to begin..."


Jeez. Try diagramming that sentence.

Slack off, it was the old days and he was lucky to have paper to write on.

He wrote all 170 in one day?

/dnrtfa yet

people could write then. now....not so much.

!!!420 4 LIFE DAWG!!!

NobleHam: He wrote all 170 in one day?

/dnrtfa yet

And did not read the thread to see I'd been beaten to the punch. I'll just leave now.

In before Greg Giraldo.

/sweety

Dearest Molly,

Whenst I get home, I planneth on getting it in. In the mean time, please sendeth me a daguerreotype of your tits as my nights are lonely.

Yours truly,

James

No woman these days is worth writing a love letter to...Let alone 170 of them.

Farker Lewis Can't Lose: Dearest Molly,

Whenst I get home, I planneth on getting it in. In the mean time, please sendeth me a daguerreotype of your tits as my nights are lonely.

Yours truly,

James

Who was this guy? The Blackadder?

HawgWild: That broad be ugly ...

She's certainly a handsome woman.

FTA

Kodner adds disclaimers warning against Love's occasional slurs against... the "Dutch," or German-American immigrants

His racism towards my people make it impossible for me to read even one of his letters.

Approves.

/"It is very very hot out here because I am in the dessert." (new window, NSFW langauge)

Meh. It was the civil war. Hardly a war at all.

/Would hit it, but wouldn't write it love letters
//What's so civil about war anyway?

HaywoodJablonski: In before Greg Giraldo.

/sweety

*shakes fist*

discriminating against sie deutschen? i'll have to read it for a good laugh. while guzzling beer.

Interesting factoid: Greg Giraldo graduated from Harvard law school, died.

Omahawg: people could write then. now....not so much.

No kidding. Remember this (new window)? Would any of us be able to write a letter like this, if we knew that we may not live past the next week?

I find it very romantic.

"Patsy...I need FRUIT!"

I recently found on an old email account all the correspondence I had with my at-the-time girlfriend while I was in Afghanistan. It got me thinking how cool it was to have something like that, not only did it document alot of stuff going on, but it was full of all the "I love you's" "I miss yous" you can imagine in such a scenario.

Although it kind of gets ruined when, instead of marrying and living happily ever after, we were both young & dumb college students, she cheated on me, broke up, came back and continued to fark her through several boyfriends, her latest boyfriend found out I was farking her and made her cut off all communication with me and they went on to become happily married ever after.

Just doesn't flow the same.

DeltaPunch: Did he survive to see her again? Did he raise a family with her? Or did he die in the war?

In any case, she's definitely got a face that challenges you.

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Love&GSfn=James & GSmn=E&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSob=n&GRid=10536205&df=all&

suid: Omahawg: people could write then. now....not so much.

No kidding. Remember this (new window)? Would any of us be able to write a letter like this, if we knew that we may not live past the next week?

That brought tears to my eyes. Even having been a student (albeit a minor one, apparently) of Civil War history, I never read that prior to today.

/was even a dorky reenactor at one point
//Ohio 54th Zouaves... no, I wasn't a soldier.... wife of the Captain :P

Dear Molly = The Virgin Connie Swale?

ChuDogg: I recently found on an old email account all the correspondence I had with my at-the-time girlfriend while I was in Afghanistan. It got me thinking how cool it was to have something like that, not only did it document alot of stuff going on, but it was full of all the "I love you's" "I miss yous" you can imagine in such a scenario.

Although it kind of gets ruined when, instead of marrying and living happily ever after, we were both young & dumb college students, she cheated on me, broke up, came back and continued to fark her through several boyfriends, her latest boyfriend found out I was farking her and made her cut off all communication with me and they went on to become happily married ever after.

Just doesn't flow the same.

extra bold for emphasis. I doubt she stopped farking around on that new husband of hers. not many people who were cheaters suddenly pull it in and stop doing what they do.

34 posts and no:




/pubically stated

TheGhostofFarkPast: ChuDogg: I recently found on an old email account all the correspondence I had with my at-the-time girlfriend while I was in Afghanistan. It got me thinking how cool it was to have something like that, not only did it document alot of stuff going on, but it was full of all the "I love you's" "I miss yous" you can imagine in such a scenario.

Although it kind of gets ruined when, instead of marrying and living happily ever after, we were both young & dumb college students, she cheated on me, broke up, came back and continued to fark her through several boyfriends, her latest boyfriend found out I was farking her and made her cut off all communication with me and they went on to become happily married ever after.

Just doesn't flow the same.

extra bold for emphasis. I doubt she stopped farking around on that new husband of hers. not many people who were cheaters suddenly pull it in and stop doing what they do.

Ah, to be young and in love again.

General Veers: 34 posts and no:


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/pubically stated

Came here to say this exact thing. Also: "pubically" comes up as a misspelling. Just sayin'.

Letters to from Love to Wilson? Didn't they go on to make sweet music?

/Pet Sounds FTW

phrawgh: Farker Lewis Can't Lose: Dearest Molly,

Whenst I get home, I planneth on getting it in. In the mean time, please sendeth me a daguerreotype of your tits as my nights are lonely.

Yours truly,

James

Who was this guy? The Blackadder?

Holy crap, I am laughing so much because of you guys. Thank you.

There's no way I'm sticking around until 2015 to find out what happend to these dumbasses.

I bet she was getting it on the side while he was in battle.
Leave nothing for tomorrow which can be done today, which includes doing the huckabuck.
/I admit, I'd have hit it

Eliza Mary "Molly" Wilson - Man was she a house haunter!!

BronyMedic: I, for one, am glad that his love for one Ruby Jean Kyler could not be denied, while he dined on a "hotted dog" aboard the spaceships of the fine southern alien brothers which helped the confederacy win the Civil War.

/obscure?

Never!

/Awesome Bill From Dawsonville!
//amateur booty hunter as well
///bring it on, ding dong!

Omahawg: people could write then. now....not so much.

There were just as many people during the era of the Civil War concerned that kids could no longer read and write properly and that the written word was doomed to extinction. The way a 15 year old texts her boyfriend today is not the way she's going to write at 45. Yes, language changes, but it's going to be just fine.

DeltaPunch: Did he survive to see her again? Did he raise a family with her? Or did he die in the war?


The museum ain't saying, they're stretching out the letters in "real time", until 2015.

They DID say there's a Hollywood-style ending.

Of course, Reservoir Dogs is a Hollywood movie...

One of the greatest love letters of all time was written during the Civil War, although it didn't have such a happy ending.

July the 14th, 1861
Washington DC

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure - and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.

But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows - when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children - is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?

I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.

I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours - always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.

Sullivan Ballou

I dunno if it's just me or not but does that woman not have a slight
resemblance to Carrie Ann Moss of The Matrix movies?