This letter was written by Charles E. Adams (b. @1844), the son of Irish emigrant Robert Adams (1825-1886) and his wife Margaret (1826-1902) of Palmyra, Wayne county, New York. Charles enlisted at Arcadia, New York, in September 1864 as a private in the 111th New York Infantry, receiving a $300 bounty from the town of Macedon. He mustered out of the service in September 1865.
Charles may have become a Presbyterian minister after the war. The marriage record of his sister Euretta C. (Adams) Rose (1856-1878) states that Charles E. Adams performed the ceremony in Pittsfield, Michigan, in 1876.
Addressed to Mr. Robert Adams, Palmyra, Wayne county, New York
Camp of the 111th Regt. N. Y. V.
February the 26th 1865
I received your letter of February 19th. It found me well. We are about two miles from our old camp and we are in a good deal better place. Our regiment is excused from picket duty for a week for having the best and nicest line of works in the whole Corps.
The regiment was paid yesterday.
The Chaplain is going to City Point day after tomorrow and I am a going to let him have twenty-five or thirty dollars to express to you. I will keep it till the boys is most done sending their money home and then I will send it at different times in letters for it is not safe to send it by Express for they will not be responsible for it till it reaches Washington.
I wrote Grandfather twice but he did not answer it and I am afraid that he never received my last letter. I wear the night cap nearly every night and day too. It comes pretty handy. I used up all of William Sampson’s things before we left the old camp. We had been ordered to be ready to move so we eat his stuff up.
As for women, I have not seen but two since I left City Point and they belonged to the Christian Commission. My housewife is small enough. I would like a hank of good linen thread and a thin towel. Send it by mail. I am well and hope these few lines will find you all the same. I must close as I will have to get ready for dress parade. We won’t have to do anything for a week but go on dress parade. It is nothing to be called out in the night and start.
Give my love to all. from your son, — C. E. Adams
To R. Adams