Her letters are copied as they were written, as closely as possible.  She is spelling their pronunciation of  “there”, “their” and “they”  when she substitutes “the”, which she would pronounce as “tha”, as in “rah”.  She put large commas for pauses in her thinking rather than periods.  Lois Linn, her niece, was 25 years old and unmarried at the time.

Gortahar, Rasharkin
Co Antrim Ireland
March 26, 1950

My Dear Lois Linn

    I received your ever Welcome Letter about a week ago,   & a letter from your Father on the same day,   Yours was a week posted before his,   He said in his letter that you were planning to go to South America this year.  If you ever visit anywhere Don’t travel you alone,   always have a comrade to speak too,  The are bad boys everywhere,

    The month of March was favourable for men on farms,   The good weather is still lovely and heartsome,  The wet rainey days are miserable,

    You photo & Bill’s are good,   The are a great difference on your clothes & mine,  if I was to go with my bare arms and light clothes,  they would need to bring the Doctor,   I am just rolled up in warm clothes,   the very air of rain upsets me,   This is the Sabbath day,  & I do my writing that day,   You know I don’t go any place,  for I do not hear except any one would speak very loud to me,

    I never was at church since William (unmarried brother who lived with her) died,  & He died in 1938,   And now we have no minister of our own,   Only the pulpit is filled every Sabbath day with other Ministers,   Rev Stronge turned out like some that never got any Schooling,   he still stays in the Manse at night (though fired),   he would mind you on the lost sheep that wandered away from the fold,   The Assembly is to meet in Belfast this week,   and his wife has to go with the Elders of the Congeration (sp),  (in his place)  I hear that he kicked (?) her, but she will not go back to him,

    So my advice to you Linn  watch & don’t take an Ill tempered man,   now that is enough of that,   The people will soon be putting in some seed  April is not far off, I am working with clocking hens,   I have two set,

    I seen in a paper not long ago,  A Priest said the were three very difficult things to live with,  & that was a false friend,  & a dinner cooked twice,  & a cakllng woman,
I think this is all this time,   Hoping this finds you well.

From your Aunt Martha to you all