Bridgeport [Connecticut]
March 3, 1863
My Dear Child,
I received your letter of the 29th Saturday and have been waiting to get the check you spoke of sending the 17th as you requested me to write as soon as i received it. I have not received it yet nor do I know what way I am to get it as you did not write whether you sent it by mail or how. I hope it is not lost.
We are all well except colds. Sarah and Charley have bad colds. It has been very damp and rainy along back for some time. Mrs. Lewis got your letter last night. She came in here and let me read it. I think you are living first rate now. I don’t know as you will think your box of things are worth much. I suppose you do not need them as much as you did awhile ago but I could not get them off before very well but perhaps they will do you some good. The ought to after costing so much as that did. I think Hinsdale charges too much for taking things to the soldiers.
I don’t think I should trouble myself to write to Orrin Branson. I don’t think he is a friend to you by what he said about you. If you want to write to anyone, do write to someone that is decent. I suppose you will say that sounds just like Mother and so it does. But I want you to get above some of those mean boys that you used to go with before you left home so that if you ever come home, you can go in good society and I shall be proud that I had a son in the army once and has returned to be an ornament to his friends and society. Don’t disappoint me.
I had a letter from your Father yesterday. He expects to come home this week. I wish you could come too. Would you not like to come home and go to school again? I think you would. You must excuse this short letter. I will write more next time. Aunt Sarah has got a letter from Henry Goodrich. He is in a California Regiment out in Utah. He is well. If you see Fred, you can tell him I don’t know his address. What do you think about having Seymour for Governor? I don’t know what will become of the Connecticut soldiers if he gets elected.
I cannot write anymore tonight. All send love. So I must bid you a kind goodnight from your loving Mother, — Calista S. Hubbard
P.S. Please write how you sent that check.
"May Heaven Protect You" 