County Cork, Ireland. April 22, 1941
Dear Cousin:
Your welcome letter received and me and your Aunt Bridget thank you kindly for the money you sent. We had several masses said for your Grandfather and Grandmother. God rest their souls.
You have gone place in America, God Bless you. I hope you'll not be putting on airs and forgetting your native land.
Your cousin, Hugh O'Roole was hung in Londonderry last week for killing a policeman, may God rest his soul and may God's curse be on Jimmy Rogers, the informer, and may he burn in hell, God forgive me. Times are not as bad as they might be. The herring is back and nearly everyone has a heart in making ends meet and the price of fish is good, thank God.
We had a grand time at Pat Muldoon's wake; he was an old betherskite and it looked good to see him stretched out with his big mouth closed. He is better off dead and he'll burn till the damned place freezes over; he had too many friends among the Orangemen. God's curse on the lot of them.
Bless your heart. I almost forgot to tell you about Uncle Dinny. He took a pot shot at a turncoat from the back of the hedge, but he had too much in him and missed. God's curse on the dirty drink; I hope this Letter finds you in good health and may God keep reminding you to send money.
The Brennans are 100 percent strong around here since they stopped going to America, they have kids running all over the country. Father O'Flaherty who baptized you is now feeble-minded and sends you his blessing.
Nellie O'Brien, the brat you used to go to school with, has married an Englishman. Shell have no luck, and may the devil run a race with him. May God take care of you and keep you from sudden death.
Your devoted cousin, Timothy
P.S. Things look bright again. Every police barracks and every Protestant Church as been burned to the ground in County Cork. Thanks be to God.
P.P.S. Keep sending the money.