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, 1890 M. A. Garner-1838 to Elizabeth Benjamin-1830

Cucamonga
Feb. 9th, 1890
Dear Auntie & Winfred,
Your letters from yesterday impressed me very much and I hasten to answer as I wish you are getting better and you will not venture to do work that is not fit for you till you are entirely well.  If the milk and butter gets neglected, don’t you mind about it.  If you are laid up for weeks by being over ambitious, where will the saving come in?  I think now they can all take care of themselves and why should you worry so much?  Your health has been good but you are not getting younger and it is not expected you should do so much.  Be careful.
Now I want to know what has become of Frank and his wife.  You never mentioned them and you say you are alone.  I thought they would have lived with you when the family was so much smaller.  Do you like his wife, or what reason is there?  I feel sorry if you are not comfortable and satisfied with what he has done.   He was old enough to take a wife and she is not young.   Tell me on your next letter. 
We had a letter from Uncle last week and he says the girls will all write to us soon.  There is not much prospect for Richard in work if we should think of going there.  I won't want to work any more land.  I should like a little house and lot the same as Hutchinson and Richard working at something before we receive any benefit, and we are getting older and most likely the children will not care always to live here.  So if we do not put anything more on, most likely we shall get just as much for it.  I believe land here will be always ___ in value and we have not got so many home ties as you have to leave.  You have been so long  there and worked so hard to improve the place, but after all, we have to leave it sometime. 
We wrote to Mr. Adams about our property in Hutchinson.  We have not heard from him yet.    I suppose things will be very quiet there now, but we really need money now.  We have gotten along so far very sparingly and we did hope that we would be able to do without a little longer, but it does.  Besides land, we don’t seem to prosper in trying to farm.   We have been thinking that we might make an exchange, but we shall want money as well because land is so much cheaper than it is here.   We don’t know what to do for the best.  We have been five years here next Friday and we don’t know whether to prove up on our place or not.  We like the climate so much, but there are so many other drawbacks for us.  Other people do not feel it as we do because they keep horses and cows and can get along somehow.  I sometimes feel it is useless putting any more expense on it.  We want a rabbit proof fence and about twenty acres more plowed and put into vines and then have to wait five years, and expenses going on all the while is impossible.  But I will not trouble you with that as I know you must be worrying about so many things.  I wish we would see each other once more .  I think my tongue would go till you forgot about butter and everything else.  
I must keep you busy writing to all of them.  How is Annie?  Has William got better?  What are the girls going to do?  They will be useful now if they are good.   Have they been prosperous on the farm or have they had any losses?  Bobbie I hope is better now.  Do you think you caught cold with going to see him?   I remember you coming to me when __ throat was bad.   What dreadful cold time it was.  It just makes me shudder to think of it.  I never want to go through the same again.  It has been very cold here this winter.  The glass stood a freezing point and then it rained for some days, but we do not get too much water where we are.  But some neighbors about three miles away – their land got washed and gulleyed out; but no loss, only work.   Sunday morning we had an earthquake, the hardest I have felt.   It lasted, I should think, about 3 or 4 seconds.  It made me feel rather sick.  We were in bed and today it is blowing a regular Northeaster, a sand storm.  I hope this will be the last for the winter. 
Papa is out pruning and Walter gone to school and I have a fire.  The glass stands at 75 in the shade.   I sent your likes to Marion as I had just been writing to her.  She had a cold, but I hope if the weather keeps warm we shall all pull through.   I suppose by you get this Winfred will have it but he will try to keep up as long as he can. 
Write soon as you can.  Best love from all to all. 
Affectionately,
M. A. G.

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