Well, this letter feels like a poem to me, so I formatted it this way …
To the Returned Elders of Old Virginia
By Henry Wingfield and Elizabeth Bethel Rucker
We are the same little Mormons you left in the hills of Old Virginia
and we shall never forget you elders who first came to our door,
saying an angel had flown,
and the true and everlasting gospel had been restored.
We thank our Heavenly Father
that we were worthy to be numbered with the chosen few.
We shall never forget when you came to our home
tired, hungry, and thirsty,
and sometimes with feet blistered with heat,
and the joy it gave us to minister to your wants.
We long to look into your faces once more,
which beamed with joy, peace and happiness,
and behold your countenance shining with the spirit of the gospel.
We were baptized thirteen years ago.
We have had many trials and troubles
but a testimony of the gospel has always burned within us.
It has been the happiest part of our lives.
We still live at Windy,
but we long to be with the Saints.
We would like to have a face to face chat with you,
but we know that is yet in the future.
All the family send greetings,
Your brother and sister,
H.W. and E.B. Rucker.
James River, Va.