S S Manitoba
Jan 4th 1893
My Dearest Sister,
I wish you all a Happy New Year,- it is some time since I last wrote to you but better late than never. I suppose you know that Catherine has been in America for some time now and she is staying with Eliza, my uncle’s daughter in Salt lake City, I believe I told you this when I wrote from London. By all accounts she likes it there and doesn’t want to come home by now, she’s talking of saving her money and not of returning home and if she can she might as well, well that’s what I think anyway.
I’ve come across Owen Ty Rhyd since a while now and I go to his home each time I’m here, he lives a decent life for a worker, and has a good wife according to my estimation and two little children. Owen looks exactly the same as Sion Llidiardiau, even though I’d never seen him in my life until he came to the ship one summer’s evening, I knew him even before he spoke, and that in the dark on deck, I really thought the old fellow had risen from the grave when I saw Owen walking towards me.
We had a good chat about the preacher from Pencaerau, you know the ‘clever’ one. Robert Williams is his name. Owen told me that he said he knew me really well and that he’d seen me at Blawdty many times, Owen told him don’t tell lies he’s hardly been to Blawdty in the past twenty years, and then in another conversation he had to tell him the same thing over again, and that he should stop telling his lies. He’s a clever fellow and I wish he’d come and see me sometime, he’d go away with more than clip on his ear, my hands are yearning to choke him to death or near as damn it!
Owen has told me more gossip about Aberdaron than I’d ever known before in my life, he knows all about everyone.
I’ll be sailing on the 7th and hope to be in London on the 18th.
I am yours sincerely
With fondest regards to everyone
Your faithful brother R Griffith
Thanks to Mrs J Hughes, for this Letter.
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