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…………









May 25, 1870 Robert Benjamin-1795 to John Benjamin-1823

Bagillt
May 25, 1870
My Dear John,
I assure you I am always glad to hear from you or any of my sons, and if anything can alleviate my personal suffering and bereavement, it is some encouraging word or action of my family.  As you observe ___ my time cannot be long in this troublesome world.  But it is possible that short as it may be, that in trouble it may appear many times as long as the years already passed over my head. 
I already had great bodily pain to endure and then the loss of you poor mother has completed my cup of sorrow.  The only natural source by which the great disposer of events can alleviate my earthly suffering is through my family.  As you are aware, my daughters here are all  dependent on their husbands who are strangers to me in blood, so that were they ever so well off I cannot expect much assistance from them.   And as well, they are all put to the greatest stress to meet all demands on their small resources.  I therefore am compelled to appeal as feelingly as I can without offending to the stronger branches of my family to assist in softening to some extent the privations I am forced to endure.  And while doing a parent a kind service there is no doubt but that they will be heaping up treasures in heaven and thus receive a more lasting reward than any worldly means can give.  That you and you little and growing family want the help of all your energies I am satisfied, yet there may be a few of the fallen crumbs that may not be missed and yet may go far to alleviate mental and bodily anguish.  If you think me exacting, let the sufferings I endure be some excuse.  It seems to be the order of providence that distress should exist perhaps to call into activity our better and charitable natures that might herewith lie dormant.
Well, I must conclude this time with all our kind love to yourself and dear wife and children, and remain,
Your dear father,
Robert Benjamin
 
[This letter was dictated by Robert and written by someone else due to his physical condidtion]


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