This is from a letter my great-great-great grandfather (my mormormorfars far ) Ola Anderson wrote to his wife while he was away working in a mine. I thought it was sweet and I like to think of how they loved and laughed and cried just as we do now. Reading their words makes them more real to me than they are otherwise.
“My Dear Wife,
“I received your lovely letter on the 25th of this month. It sounds good to me that you are all well, and thank God I am also in good health. I never receive your letters but that it makes me happy all over, and you my love will see your 40th year this summer. I’m glad you are able to write to me my sweet little wife, and it pleases me you can do this. If it hadn’t been for that I wouldn’t be here now. I thank the Lord we are as we are, and that our ship will soon come to anchor…My heart bleeds as I read of your prayers for me, and that I have been unable to do all the things I have wanted to do for you. My dear your tearful eyes are before me, and I feel you heart beating against mine, as I’d dreamed of being by your side at all times…Yes my dear little friend, I do hear your prayers in sorrow because I cannot fulfill them for the present…I have longed to see you as much as you have longed to see me…But an unseen power will lead all things to the best…I can assure you with both life and spirit the promises I made are not forgotten…I came here with the idea of making more money so I could buy a farm,…and live a life independent of others, in love and harmony with you my dear wife. That is my hope and intention, and God helping me in this great endeavor, that is my prayer, and yours my little friend…In regard to the company I am keeping, they are as good as you can expect in a place like this. My partner is a wise and good worker and an honest man, and he is Danish. Now my dear, I have very good hope about my brick kiln, but we have had so many snow storms I have been unable to do any work on that line, but I will let you know from time to time. God keep and give you strength my dear, is the prayer of your husband unto death.
“Love to my lovely and dear children from their tender and always well thinking father.”
He immigrated from Sweden after becoming a member of the church. I think of the courage that must have taken, along with the strength and determination, and I am grateful for the heritage I have been given. It makes me wonder what I am doing to pass on that heritage.
Stand for Something.