From Lucy Lucille Caldwell Stotts (LLC):

A letter written at Homer, michigan, Oct. 18, 1898, by Aunt Jane (Caldwell) Kenedy to my [LLC] grandmother Abigail Jane (Curtis) Caldwell, after grandfather [LLC] Nicholas Caldwell's death, she made mention of her children; Frank was in Canada. Mattie, Nellie and her husband Lon, Will, and he lived 9 miles north of Midland, Mich. and had 4 living children and one deceased. Ed - had 2 boys. Van no married then. Ed or Eddie as she called him in Detroit, Mich.

Then: Midland, May 20 1913.

Dear Niece,

I will try to answr your letter tonight have just written to Hannah. Wrote 3 letters and a card yesterday and have a few more to write to get caught up. You see this papaer isn't ruled so I can write all over it. My father used to say he could plant more corn in a crooked row than a straight one, so maybe I can get more words in a crooked line. We are about as well as common. My health is better than it was when I suffer a great deal of pain with rheumatism all over and am quite lame most of the time, but do what I can and let the rest go. My family, all are well as far as I know. I hear from them quite often, all but Will. He is in New York state. I have not heard from him in a good while. Now Barbara you spoke in your letter about your mother not eating. She said she was full and could not eat, she said you did not understand. Jesus, when here on earth told his followers, I have bread to eat Ye know of not. He fed her on that bread until she had no room for earthly food. You know we read his word where he fed the multitudes on a few loaves and little fishes and they took up so many fragments. O Praise His name He is able to feed his children on the heavenly Manna until we don't need earthly food. Some times I awaken and in such pain, it seems as though every bone would unjoint, if I move. Yet in my sould I am singing GODS praise, as the poet says, "The soul amidst the storm can sing." Praise God we're going home, it won't be long until we will all cross over to the other shore and what a meeting that will be, never to part no more. Let us live that our calling and election will be sure. Tell me of the heavenly visions your mother saw, for I too, have visions ad hear the heavenly music. I wish you could hear it as I do just now. It seems the whole heaven above is filled with it. If lifts my sould above the earthly things. Praise God. How many of your brothers and sisters are saved and which ones@f11 None of my children are saved but God is wonderfully talking to some of them. I have nothing but worldly goods and not able to to work to earn any thing, but praise God I have a home not made with hands.

Well it is almost eleven o'clock so must close and go to bed. Write soon for I like to hear from you.

Those hymns your mother loved, we sing them all in our meetings. Had meeting in my home 2 weeks ago.

Love to you all,
From your Aunt Jane Kennedy

[This letter was sent to Barbara (Caldwell) Alexander, at Leon, Iowa - LLC]