Letter, Robert Corry to Eliza Corry
Tuscumbia Jan. 25, 1865
My dear Wife,
Ike is speaking of sending old Rans down home today and as I may not have a chance of going to see you soon again, accept of the present opportunity. Hoping that Rans may go by and sent it to you by someone. If R. takes the wagon down, I want you to send us something to eat- say a couple of old hams and if Mother has any potatoes to spare, would be glad of a bag full for the mess and you must pay for them. If she has none to spare, he may get some on the road somewhere. They are feeding us entirely on poor beef and cornbread now, and I am afraid that will fail before long. There is some talk of the command moving 7 miles up the river shortly in order to be more convenient to forage and wood. Would feel glad to move in the opposite direction where I might see my darling wife and children often. Coln. Roddy is getting tight in the way of granting furloughs and says it must be knocked in the head. We are still staying in the old Cutlaw house and although it is an awful filthy place, would like to remain here until the bad weather is over. I have not sent your letters off yet. Mr. Guise says he will start now in a day or two, and if he will bring the articles for you, I will send the money.
We have no very late news. I got a peep at a paper occasionally but find nothing of interest and nothing of peace measures. But still I hope it may come in a few months and that we and our dear little girls may one day have a nice little house of our own. A happy place where we can live and love- without disturbance.
"Dow" stayed with us last night. Roddy had him summoned in Billing's case. He came up on Dr. Cross's carriage horse that was stolen a few days since and will have to make some other arrangement to get back to Sulpher Springs. Tell the children I can't find anything to send them, kiss them for me and receive a great many in imagination if that will do for yourself. Love to all. Tell Mother I see Johnie everyday. He is right well.
Your own Husband
R. E. C.
P. S. Write when you can.