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…………









Jan. 15, 1865 Edwin Benjamin-1833 to John Benjamin-1823

Chicago
Jan. 15, 1865
Dear John & Elizabeth,
It has been so long since I have heard from you that I began to think that perhaps you would not write to me until I wrote to you, and so here it goes after the same old style.  My hand has got a large poultice on and so you must excuse the writing.   I have somewhat changed my place of business since I wrote to you last.  That is, I think it is since I wrote to you last.  I am now taking charge of a mill on the west side, and the ___ name is Gage & Soper, and I am now living at 148 West Taylor Street.  We moved here week ago last Friday and rents are very high here now.  I am to pay $25.00 per month for this.   We are thinking of renting the upstairs and that will bring our rent some lower.
I am in hopes before long to build me a house before long.  It has cost me a number of hundred dollars   and I have be here for rent alone.  I don’t think that I told you that I bought us some lots on West Lake Street and gave six hundred dollars for them and more if I can save money enough to build a house on them.  And I shall feel as though I considerably rich.  I don’t know when that will be.  And another thing I done this last summer, I had my life insured for $2,000 and now if I was to die any day my family will not be left penniless.  I don’t know, but I suppose that you don’t approve of life insurance, but I think that it is very good sometimes. 
I was quite pleased to hear that you had been exempt from the draft and I suppose from the last call.  I presume that we will have another draft here after the 15 of Feb., but let it come, I don’t care much.  I would like them to draft until every copperhead [1] in the city is obliged to go.
I had a letter from father & mother a few days ago.  Father is about the same, but mother had a very bad cold in her head and they said they had not heard from you for some time.  Father said that James is married again and is in New York taking charge of a mill there.  I suppose that I shall hear more from him in father’s next letter.  You must write some and let me know how you get along, etc. 
From yours,
Edwin Benjamin
You must excuse my mistakes.  EB
[1]The Copperheads were a vocal group of Democrats located in the Northern United States of the Union who opposed the American Civil War, wanting an immediate peace settlement with the Confederates. Republicans started calling antiwar Democrats "Copperheads", likening them to the venomous snake. The Peace Democrats accepted the label, reinterpreting the copper "head" as the likeness of Liberty, which they cut from copper pennies and proudly wore as badges.


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