Envelope dated August 1895

Posted from Boston

 

Mr Hockley

Bobbing

Nr Sittingbourne

Kent

 

Dear Arthur

I will see alone if you wish if you will find the house over cut the bridge left hand side from the Station against the hill

 Your affection

Mother F Hockley

Apologies for being away so long... I can see that people are still looking at and following this blog, so all the more reason to continue with it.
Please keep reading, and do feel free to share your thoughts with me.

There's a good one coming up soon....!

Mx

Envelope dated May 24 1895 posted from Sittingbourne

 

A Hockley Esq

44 Eleanor Road

Romford Road

Stratford

London E

 

Friday

8.30am

 

My dearest Old Man, 

Just me: ‘schoolmiss’ bless but no letter – did you not get one from me last Monday night – I posted at 9 in the morning – Are you ill? – in great suspense – perhaps you are coming tomorrow? Please write at once. Artie all right. Fondest love

Georgie

Bobbing

Friday

My dearest old man,

Yours just to hand – Of course come on Saturday, we shall be thankful to see you – I only thought Sunday because I was afraid it would be too much to expect you on Saturday. Artie is no better, his other ear is coming bad, & though he is very good, & in more ways than one, you have reason to be proud of his sense & presence of mind, yet if you only know how ill it makes me to stand & bathe his poor ear & how I worry over it night & day, I’m sure you would be really sorry. The people have been so kind, when they knew the girl had gone off, several of the mothers send word to say, if their little girls were of any use, I was to make them do the work which I thought very nice. If I’m able to meet you I shall be at the station but if not there come right on – you’ll have to drive – there is no one I could send at present – all so busy fruiting. You must not be annoyed dear, but I had bespoken last week a fowl & put it off so I don’t like to again but shall have it ready for Saturday, not Sunday, plain joint then.

Fondest love from both

Georgie

Great haste.

Please bring a few very small staples for arties coal truck, the wheel comes out. Arties message.

Sorry I've been quiet for so so long.

Things are a lot calmer for me now, so watch this space while I catch up with the rest of my life and get some letters on here for you to read!

M x

****Part 2****

I’ve had 3 answers so far to the schools (4) that I applied for last Friday. One, the best from a monetary point of view is near Gainsborough, the worst feature is that the vicar wants a mistress to be general factotum , another at Exeter, another on the North York’ Moors. A school of some description I must get  - though you know where I’d rather be – the further away from Brentford the better it will be, for what you always said, & what I never really believed till now, I have proved to be true.

Indeed, the animus toward you, on my father’s part & sister’s also, extend even towards the child & myself – because he is your child & because I will not take certain steps that they (ie my father & sister) wish.

Since they know that I really am homeless & penniless, they are altered & my sister  especially has been very obnoxious. She has tried on every possible side to make mischief & has lectured the boy as much as she dare. One day last week she threatened to thrash him & box his ears. Isuppose she is afraid we might come in for some of the property if we were too well liked. You may be sure I let her touch him, oh! yes. Twice. I gave her such a doing, that she’s been quiet since.

But as I told my mother (who is the only one who remains the same to me) when once I go from Highclere, I shall never put my foot inside again while my father & sister are there.

Ah! What you said was true – my father hates you dreadfully, & if he could harm you in any way I know he would – he promised me the best solicitor in town if I would only do as he wished – but as he rightly said “You know Georgie, I am powerless to act unless you do” Then when I utterly & decidedly refused to so anything of the sort & said I only wished you’d let me come home, why of course the fat’s been in the fire ever since & by now its beginning to smell nasty.

If it turns out to be Gainsborough, we shant be so very far from Lincoln, shall we? & if ive got to live away from you, I’d rather be in Lincolnshire than anywhere; but oh my dear darling old man, don’t you really think you could begin to think about forgiving me, though I know it is a good deal to ask.

Now I’ve got to answer those blessed old letter, so I must stop, though I really feel as if I could say a lot more. What would I not give if I could only see you-----

Believe me to be.

Always your loving wife

Georgie Hockley

fac·to·tum (f k-t t m) 

An employee or assistant who serves in a wide range of capacities.

an·i·mus ( n -m s)

1. An attitude that informs one's actions; disposition.

2. A feeling of animosity; ill will. See Synonyms at enmity.

3. In Jungian psychology, the masculine inner personality as present in women.





****Hello All. What can I say - life caught up with me these last few weeks. Here's a little bit to get you going****

(Part1)

Brentford

Sep: 6^th 1898

My dearest husband,

I wonder where you are & what you’re doing? I had such a vivid dream about you last night. I thought you were going away for a year & that you were saying goodbye to me – you weren’t angry, but just the dear old man you can be if you will. I saw you so plainly, & heard you talking & saw your old face & just as I woke up, I remember hearing you laugh & say ‘You Naughty Jane’. It was so real that I was quite a long time before I could believe it only a dream.

My dearest, if you only know how I long to come home. You know how I used to hate the old scrubbing; well I’d come & scrub cheerfully now – though I suppose that nice new pail & scrubbing brush which I bought for a treat is a slight behold now. What with old stewell & that other old man & the old woman careering round oh! dear oh!  …………………………