John Benjamin was born in England in 1823. In 1849, at the age of 26, he immigrated to America with the goal of seeking opportunities in the new world and improving the life of his family. During his immigration and eventual settlement in Hutchinson, Minnesota, John saved many personal letters that were written by and to him. These letters, the subject of this web site, bring to life his immigration and the life of others during this courageous adventure. The most recent letters posted on this sight are on this front page. To see all the earlier letters, keep pressing the “Older Posts” button on the bottom of this page. The earliest letter recorded here is June 20, 1849. The letters…………









Feb. 9, 1863 Edwin Benjamin-1833 to John Benjamin-1823

Chicago, Feb. 9, 1863
Dear John,
I suppose you will be surprised to find that I am here in Chicago.   I have been here for some little time, that is, all winter.  I am taking charge of the one the largest mills in Chicago.  The business had got to be very dul [sic] in Belvidere this winter. I have left my family there and all of the machinery and a good span of horses, ___, wagon and harness and other things together with the shop.  I am going home to sell my horses in about three weeks for I have made up my mind to stay in Chicago for a while and am going to put up my machines in here before I go much further.  I must say that I had a letter from Frances Saturday night together with the note that you sent to my father in law.  I was sorry to hear that you had buried one of your children.   Maybe it was not one of them that I had seen, you did not say. 
Now I must say just what I think in regard to you being out there where you are.  I have several reasons for not saying anything to you about it before, and one is I thought that you knew your business better than I did.  And another is you are older and more experienced than I was.  Consequently I have been rather cautious what I said.  And now I should think that you had enough of that confounded place when your time is worth as much and needed as much as it is here at the present time.  I don’t suppose that times was ever better than it is at this time, and now if are [sic] or have dispation [sic] to take this opportunity which I am going to offer to you, and that is that I am about to bring all my lathes and tools here and put them up in this mill.  The parties are going to hire a man to turn and to saw with a scroll saw.  Now you see what you can do if you come here.  I think you can make from 2 to three dollars per day.  I think you have deprived yourself long enough and I should think by this time you would think so too.  I am now going on thirty years old.  It don’t seem possible but it is so and I can assure you that I have taken a great deal of comfort since I have been married.  And I have been making a little something since I left Beloit.  I am sorry that it is not the case with.  And John it don’t seem possible that man like you, able and capable of earning as much as you are, would stay out in Minnesota among a lot of Indians.  It really has made me mad to think of it.  I was told of the affairs out there by a gentleman by name of Smith who said that he knew you well, and he had a brother in Rocton near Beloit.  And to think and hear what that very man had to say about you as well as a good many others, why it don’t seem possible that I had a brother in such a place.   And for this reason I have been so negligent in writing to you.
I have here told you my mind and what I can do for you here.  There might be such a thing that you could have a place like what I have after you had been here with me a little while to get acquainted with the different machinery, etc.  Frances told me in her letter that she was going to write you yesterday.  I was glad to hear her say so hoping that both her letter as well as mine will find all well. 
It is getting late and I must close for tonight and you must excuse all mistakes for there’s a gentleman in my room and has been talking to me all the time I have been writing.  I live or board about one and a half mile from the post office and I can’t take this to the office till tomorrow night. 
And this from your affectionate brother with much love for Elizabeth and children,
Edwin
Sent you a paper last week.


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