|Volume 9, Issue 3||
August 1, 2006
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Cook Irish was the third of fourteen children of Charles Irish (son of David Irish and Susannah Brownell) and Mary Bailey (daughter of Cornelius Bailey and Mary).
His brothers and sisters are Susannah (married Thomas Little), Hannah (married Jesse Thompson), Tillinghast (married Elvira Robinson), Church, Jabez (married Amy Staples), David (married Edna Richards), Mary, Abigail, Nancy, Isaac (married Rebecca Tabour), Phillip (married Harriet Phoebe Fellows), Benjamin Green (married Caroline Carpenter), and Frances.
Cook was born Jan 17, 1791 and married, on April 8, 1817, Sarah Chadrayne. They has a daughter Martha Ann born about 1818. She married Robert Beales.
A second daughter was born to Sarah about 4 months after Captain Cook’s death.
Captain Cook was shipwrecked, but succeeded in getting to the shore where he was found frozen to death with a gun and a tiny box in the form of a trunk, containing the ship’s papers. The widow, Sarah, married again.
|Wm. Irish Letter 1841|
Last month I received an email from a person that collects old letters. They had a letter from a William Irish in Quaker Hill, New York and would I be interested in it.
Below is a translation of the letter I received, written by William Irish in 1841. Some words may not look right but it is sometimes hard to read his handwriting, it may not be a word we are not familiar with anymore, or he may have misspelled it. Where there are brackets, there are words missing due to the spot on the letter where it was sealed with wax. The letter is written on one sheet of paper. It was written in one direction with a blue or black ink, then turned sideways and the writing continued in a brown or red ink. The sheet was then folded, sealed with wax and addressed on the outside. You can see an image of the original letter on below.
“New York 22nd of 5th Month 1841
My Friend Jerry
Perhaps thou thinkest Friendship is but a name but the design of writing this is to prove that it is not true at least that is one reason how well I shall succeed remains to be seen. I am at this moment imposing on good nature by writing now as there is a young lady now jarring me and endeavouring to extract something from me. I returned home four days before examination (thou hast undoubted heard how well it came off) since then I have grasped the plough handle and followed all sorts of farm work such as building rock wall until my hands and fingers are so stout and stiff that I handle my pen worse than ever so remember thy correspondent is a rough ploughjogger with a butchers frock and stumping boots on. I was glad to see by thy running though very acceptable letter that thy circumstances and spirits are so good though some parts of it are so mystified that I
|could not fully understand it. Please in thy next write names rather than the initials which may apply to several. I enjoy first rate health. Two weeks ago I was in Washington and spent an afternoon and evening with our acquaintance rather thine that is Amelia Merritt and Mara Louisa Hart with Phil likewise most delightfully I adfure thee gave them an invitation to Quaker Hill which they accepted and paid that place a visit the following week. I came to New York last night and have been trotting smartly ever since. I shall try to hunt out thy Maria. In which I believe the M in thy letter stands for. I called in at Wm Barkers store this morning gave him a gripe of the haw turned around and who should I see but his sister Margaret whose slender hand gloved with netted silk shrinkingly was half extended, when I presented mine (now Jerry laugh twas just so. But she is a fine girl or most horribly affected and I cannot for my life decide which. Now Jerry hush we have been intimate and I always speak what comes first without regard to consequences. (The lady of whom I spoke at first had bid me goodbye and says I must give her love to thee so as she is quite intellectual look out and catch it all as soon as this letter is opened). Long shall we remember the happy hours we have spent together. I wish I had thy letter here for there is something said about fifty years hence and some more such nonsense which I cannot remember but I was ashamed to delay writing longer but my delay was unavoidable for every moment of my time had been so taken up that I could not answer thine whom I wished. Rising at four and retiring at nine labouring without intermisfion except to eat must serve as my apology. Please remember that thy correspondent is a Farmer’s Boy. So do not throw “Pearls to Swine” or rather do not throw away those copious effusions of fancy which spring so naturally from leisure. But Farmer’s Boy as I am [ ] sometimes fear that||
life flows to pleasantly and that we may set too high
a price up [ ]. We returned to the Mansion House about [ ]. I was hungry
as a wolf accordingly when the rest had retired Watson and myself plunged
into the cellar pantry where the roast beef & bread & butter had to suffer
I tell thee. The next morning I rose as usual but soon felt uneasy
wondered about hether and thither into the French room then to Alberts up
stairs and down stairs as if looking for something then the thought burst
upon my vacant mind that Jerry was gone: thus it is that “blefsings
brighten as they take their flight.” I remember now something in thine
about the graveyard. Whew! How foolish I was to day anything about M in
this. But excuse me. It is all nonsense.
Be so kind as to excuse bad writing and other imperfections for this has been written very hastily and no time to look it over so farewell. Wm Irish
Now Jerry if thy sister is the girl that is described in thine I could not presume to gain her confidence for with her quicknefs of perception she would not be so easily imposed on by one so little skilled as I am. Samuel’s examination only lasted one day as it was cut short by the scarlet fever G Lippencut returned home in two or three days but by the doctors advice the school was dismisfed on fifth day I believe. The last time that I heard from Samuel’s he had the fourteen boys mostly small. I do not think of any thing more worth mentioning so as I have filled my letter I will draw to a close. Be sure to write soon and do not delay as I have done.
Direct as usual
Duchess Co NY
As Ever thy friend
Oven Fried Herbed Potatoes
Preheat oven to 425ºF. Coat jellyroll pan with cooking spray. Cut unpeeled potatoes crosswise into 1/2”-thick slices. In bowl toss potatoes with oil; arrange in single layer on pan. Bake 40-45 minutes, turning once, until golden brown. Place in serving bowl. In small bowl mix herbes de Provence, garlic powder, salt and pepper. Sprinkle over potatoes; toss to coat and serve.
Note: Herbes de Provence is a blend of herbs used in southern France. It includes basil, fennel, marjoram, rosemary, sage, thyme and sometimes lavender. Commercial blends are found in the spice section of most supermarkets. If you don’t have any on hand, substitute equal parts of basil, oregano, rosemary and thyme.
Family of Loth and Henrika Anderson around 1900
Standing from left: Oscar L., Esther Wilhelmina Henrika, Robert Nathaniel, William, and Ellen Magdalena
Seated from left: Loth Anderson, Elmer, and Henrika Magdalena Nelson
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