My Dearest Son Robert,
May this letter find you in good health and high spirits aboard your ship. It has been a long time since your departure from the docks. The days feel long without your presence. A safe return is hoped for, and that you encounter fair winds and favorable seas.
The local news remains consistent. The crops are thriving, and the weather has been favorable. A successful harvest is expected, ensuring ample provisions for the winter. Martha, from down the lane, married the blacksmith's son last month – a suitable match.
Out on the sea, your well-being is a concern. A woman at the market shared stories of storms, which caused worry. However, you are a strong and capable man, and your safety is prayed for each night.
Maintain proper behavior and avoid temptations in foreign ports. Remember your roots. Pride is felt for you, and your next letter is eagerly awaited. Please write to share your safety and well-being.
You are always in our thoughts and prayers.
With the deepest affection,
Your loving Mother.
My Dearest Mother,
I received your letter when we docked in Rochester harbor. How are you and Thomas fairing these days? Your garden must be a blissful sight by this point. I long to see the flowers you speak of in your previous letter.
The crew has been battling foul winds for the past few days, which makes the work all the harder. The sails need constant adjustment, and the deck is perpetually slick with spray. Prayers are offered for fair winds and a smooth passage, so that the crew may reach their destination and return home safely. I often think of the your prayers for my well-being, and they give me strength in these trying times.
The comforts of home are missed, particularly the warmth of the fire and your warmth and tenderness. I dreams of returning and sharing tales of adventures, though some of the rougher details will be omitted to spare the mother worry.
Your ever Dutiful and affectionate Son,
Robert
