No letter from Mr. P. today; no mail from Winchester. . . . Of three of the boys who used to live at
my Father's, one is a cripple for life; another is a prisoner of war ; a third
lies in a nameless grave, if indeed he ever had burial; and the most
distinguished General — certainly the one about whom the whole Confederacy has
the most enthusiasm, is our brother-inlaw Jackson, the inmate for years of my
Father's house. What strange upheavings and separations this direful war has
made!
. . . By way of recording the straits to which wartimes have
reduced matters, let me note that today I made my George a jacket out of a worn
out old gingham apron! And pants out of an old coat, by piecing the sleeves
together. For weeks I have been wearing a pair of slippers which I made myself.
Anna's little children were all barefoot the other day, not because she would
willingly have them so, but because shoes cannot be bought.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 143-4
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