Wednesday, November, 1900

To my dear and honoured father, Yehuda Leib Kretzmar, and to my pious and modest mother, Beile, and to my scholarly brother, Yaacov Kretzmar, and to my sisters, Hinda and Chana, I wish you all well. To my dear wife Taube, may she live in comfort, and to all my dear children, my dear wife and parents.

To begin with, I have to tell you that I am feeling well, TG. 

Secondly, I am writing, although I promised in my previous letter that I will tell you all details how I spent all the time since leaving home until I arrived in Cape Town, and about Cape Town there is quite a lot to write. About my own business and about other people in this town.

All these people, young and old, and their customs, I’m not quite used to them, and the reason is that it is not my fault. I do not receive any regular letters. I am writing every week and I hope likewise to receive your letters regularly, but if you don’t write, I cannot receive any regular letters. So today I have heard nothing. The mail from Russia is normal, even if one gets one letter one counts the days for the next one, and when there is no letter one is disappointed, because everybody gets letters – so one feels sad and heartbroken if one gets no letters. I don’t feel like writing. I was waiting for a letter, and because I have had no reply I am mentioning it again, and I am sorry about it. So I am shortening my letter today. I wish you all the best, and my blessings in all ways, your devoted son, husband, and brother, who is longing to hear from you good news, Tuvye Kretzmar

I cordially greet my dear brother-in-law, Moishe Schochet Morris, and his wife, my dear sister Sarah, and my dear mother-in-law Neche, and their daughter, my sister-in-law, Chana Reza, I wish you all the best, Tuvye Kretzmar