<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:04:37.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen Webster's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1419844761113647979</id><published>2009-06-24T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:05:45.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday May 1, 1895</title><content type='html'>Saw Mr. Sleeves at Sawyers&lt;br /&gt;Father &amp; Mother were married 39 years ago today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up town this afternoon, drew out some money, had my ring marked for George and finished buying sheets. Am &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; tired tonight. Finished &amp; marked the No. 7 &amp; 8 pillow cases and No. 2 sheets. Sewed some on the outing nightdress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget came up this evening gave her a handkerchief. Mr. Holt has 13 bbls of syrup come today. He paid me back the $1.30  he borrowed last week. Have been more patient today. Croeker, Beausoleil &amp; Youngs are on the sick list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1419844761113647979?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1419844761113647979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-may-1-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1419844761113647979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1419844761113647979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-may-1-1895.html' title='Wednesday May 1, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1765524344016655982</id><published>2009-06-23T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:21:14.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 30, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cloudy, showery, disagreeable all day because it has been warm &amp; damp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have written George tonight and mailed it at the corner. Asked about a position for Matie, also if it will be wiser to rest before we are married. I have thought of &lt;u&gt;his&lt;/u&gt; side much today. Another box of Arbutus came, but do not know who from. Began on the third pair of sheets &amp; eight pair of pillow cases. Am very tired tonight--had a note from May about the Arbutus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia gets through tomorrow poor young wife! How good God is to me, and how poorly I show out his light! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month of waiting ended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1765524344016655982?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1765524344016655982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-30-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1765524344016655982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1765524344016655982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-30-1895.html' title='Tuesday April 30, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4561483798762197051</id><published>2009-06-22T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:20:47.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 29, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cloudy all the A.M. No clearer in the P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School reception tonight. Had a letter from George this morning saying he expected to have a contract which would bring him $700 and near Hill City. Another letter this evening speaking of our coming rides, etc. A lovely wild flower was enclosed which I have put on a card. Have mended &amp; sewed more today. Had a box of Arbutus from May Thompson--Matie Douglass came up for a few minutes this evening. She wants very much to go west &amp; I hope she can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4561483798762197051?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4561483798762197051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-29-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4561483798762197051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4561483798762197051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-29-1895.html' title='Monday April 29, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1182074832677301909</id><published>2009-06-22T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:08:24.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 28, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cooler. Unpleasant but cleared this P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church--Mr. Love spoke on the power of "In His Name." Mr. Brown one of Mrs. W.P. Williams spoke with me after church. He sat in our seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore my blue dress &amp; new cape, have fixed my brown hat so I can wear it better. Took a nap then wrote to George &amp; Anna after 7 P.M. wrote a long letter to Ada &amp; one to Jennifer Andrews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have not studied my Bible lesson--how short the Sundays seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1182074832677301909?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1182074832677301909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-28-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1182074832677301909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1182074832677301909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-28-1895.html' title='Sunday April 28, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4535247198042898457</id><published>2009-06-20T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:03:31.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 27, 1895</title><content type='html'>Anna's 30th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy rain most of the day--cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a thundershower in the night which has cooled the air. Been very busy &amp; cross today. But I have tried not to be the latter. Now when I ought to be patient, loving &amp; kind to all, I am so easily irritated, I wonder why! Surely it cannot be because I am run down, for I have been that before. Miss S &amp; Kellogg have been to Avon, brought me a bunch of arbutur which flower always reminds me of "Will." My riding habit is &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; done and at home! Miss G'law likes it. Wish I could have sent Anna something today. The dear girl! Lewis family came in today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4535247198042898457?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4535247198042898457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-27-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4535247198042898457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4535247198042898457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-27-1895.html' title='Saturday April 27, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2104871882436344802</id><published>2009-06-20T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:57:28.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 26, 1895</title><content type='html'>80 degrees at noon&lt;br /&gt;Bright and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight weeks from tonight every chick of them will be gone--Eight more bathings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took care of my room and then rested. Have felt tired all day. At 2 P.M. went over to the store for some crackers &amp; fruit. Miss G'law has been up town with Miss Stores who went home tonight. Melted up some of my old maple sugar for syrup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2104871882436344802?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2104871882436344802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-26-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2104871882436344802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2104871882436344802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-26-1895.html' title='Friday April 26, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5991127941487040144</id><published>2009-06-18T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:45:07.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 25, 1895</title><content type='html'>78 degrees at 10 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;Very warm, had a little thunder shower this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Mrs. Hunt's, my riding shirt is all done, and the waist will be tomorrow. She cannot begin on the silk waist until later on--bought the material for my tea-gown, it is old blue with a changable old rose silk for front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and found Matie Douglass here, she was not well. Stayed until 4:20 and we talked of my future home. I wish she could go out there too. Miss Stores showed me her new dresses, they are very pretty. And such a splendid letter from George. He was thinking of buying a mill with Mr. Rogers. George had not started for Neb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5991127941487040144?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5991127941487040144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-25-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5991127941487040144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5991127941487040144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-25-1895.html' title='Thursday April 25, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-908323261290324543</id><published>2009-06-17T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:35:44.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 24, 1895</title><content type='html'>Lovely again, with showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have sewed some, begun on another pair of sheets and the other pillow cases. Wrote a long letter to "My laddie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have rested quite a good deal today &amp; read. Miss Gardner told Miss Greenlaw what I needed for stiffening in my dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children who went to the Capitol had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-908323261290324543?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/908323261290324543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-24-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/908323261290324543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/908323261290324543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-24-1895.html' title='Wednesday April 24, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2944187776376634071</id><published>2009-06-17T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:30:25.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 23, 1895</title><content type='html'>Warm &amp; bright--showered a little P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested quite a good deal today as I did not sleep well last night, but I am feeling better, almost finished two pair more of pillow cases making 5 prs. all done, and the sixth all but tucking one. Also finished one tray cloth, and worked a little on my outing nightdress. So have really accomplished more than for some days lately. Had a letter from Ada. She has told Auntie. And so the news goes--today was setting on a table &amp; Miss Sweetpass said "That's a bad sign." I said "I know it but an awfully good rest when one's tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My waterproof came this P.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2944187776376634071?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2944187776376634071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-23-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2944187776376634071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2944187776376634071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-23-1895.html' title='Tuesday April 23, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6937488470607989903</id><published>2009-06-15T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:27:53.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 22, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright early--stormed this P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after 9 o'clock Mrs. W.P. &amp; I went up town, bought silk for my waist &amp; my wedding silk, also a black cape. We did not start for home until 12:30 &amp; I was very tired. Mrs. Cline came soon after that. I could not rest, but I was very glad to see her, and when I told her I was going West, she took it beautifully. Told me he would never have asked me to be his wife unless he loved me. How kind of her. Had a letter from George--he expects to [illegible] to Neb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6937488470607989903?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6937488470607989903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-22-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6937488470607989903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6937488470607989903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-22-1895.html' title='Monday April 22, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-798271881548875263</id><published>2009-06-15T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:23:42.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 21, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright, warm &amp; beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church, rode home with Mr. Williams. Mr. McLeod preached on the theme "Christ in the World." Mr. Love has taken a hard cold. Spoke with Mr. Jones and Mrs. Frank Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have written to George. Took a long nap this afternoon but do not feel well so am going to bed. Mrs. Williams is going up with me to buy my wedding dress in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-798271881548875263?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/798271881548875263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-21-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/798271881548875263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/798271881548875263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-21-1895.html' title='Sunday April 21, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8362151660177738898</id><published>2009-06-15T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:21:23.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 20, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright &amp; spring-like warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very busy and successful day for me. Did my regular Saturday work in the clothes room--washed my two wrappers. Paid my bill to Mrs. Gardner. Went down to try on my riding habit--it is a nice fit. Had two teeth out &amp; made arrangements with Dr. Bryant for the other work. Bought a waterproof and selected samples for a silk waist and my wedding dress--bought two pair of kid gloves. Mr. W. P. Williams has given me a paper so that I can get a discount on all goods bought at Sage &amp; Allen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8362151660177738898?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8362151660177738898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-20-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8362151660177738898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8362151660177738898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-20-1895.html' title='Saturday April 20, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-620143223691451584</id><published>2009-06-12T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:19:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 19, 1895</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Strawberries&lt;/u&gt; for tea at 2 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful &amp; bright--much warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up my room &amp; sew one pillow case--then lay down for an hour before dinner. Lay down until 4 P.M. and again this evening so my head feels better. Has stopped aching but left me very weak. George Atwell came up this evening and I found him after he came from the bathroom. We had a nice talk about his new book--I think he was afraid I would feel his mother's letter. Perhaps he will take some pictures of my room. I &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; blue, but now I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-620143223691451584?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/620143223691451584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-19-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/620143223691451584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/620143223691451584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-19-1895.html' title='Friday April 19, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5942309355415096160</id><published>2009-06-11T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:17:08.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 18, 1895</title><content type='html'>This was Sarah Woodford's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bright beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been tired all day and have not sewed much, finished and marked a pair of sheets and sewed one pillow case. Mrs. Waite came in &amp; saw me working on a sheet--also on a tray cloth. Wonder if she suspects! She burned her hand today. May Thompson called at tea time and Mira later. I told May I was going west. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter from George, he expects to start for Neb. this week the latter part. My head feels tired &amp; I am too--all over. Mira has been looking &lt;strike&gt;for&lt;/strike&gt; at rents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5942309355415096160?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5942309355415096160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-18-1895.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5942309355415096160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5942309355415096160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-18-1895.html' title='Thursday April 18, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-9147624824308520542</id><published>2009-06-10T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:11:06.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 17, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright and beautiful--warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 9:30 car for Unionville and left there at 6:40, both cars were the new side seat. Anna is doing nicely, and the baby is so cute and tiny. Doc takes more notice of her than he did of Lewis at first. I took some pinks and tulips to Anna &amp; she gave me a bunch of geraniums. Lewis began going to school today &amp; likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No letter from George yet. I will write my usual one tonight. And I am very tired. Mrs. Geo. Thompson will make my tea gown &amp; wedding dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-9147624824308520542?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9147624824308520542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-17-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9147624824308520542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9147624824308520542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-17-1895.html' title='Wednesday April 17, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5512632418759845018</id><published>2009-06-09T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:45:00.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 16, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cloudy &amp; chilly--River still rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river is even higher than it was oen week ago, and it is feared it may take away the E. Hfd. Bridge. The Elec. Cars have not crossed since early this forenoon--Much damage has been done up the river. It was too cold and damp to go to Unionville. Made a money holder--finished my first sheet and have the mate more than half done. Worked on my outing gown--stitched the fourth pair of pillow cases. Sent a note to Ada about the furniture, and rested a little. Am very tired. Mr. Morey has gone. Hannon came back this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5512632418759845018?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5512632418759845018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-16-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5512632418759845018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5512632418759845018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-16-1895.html' title='Tuesday April 16, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3248822908958163183</id><published>2009-06-08T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:39:30.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 15, 1895</title><content type='html'>Jennie Talmages' birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy--stormed this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dressmaker this A.M. She will make a silk waist too. Miss Gardner will let me know on Friday if she will make my black silk. Have another pair of pillowcases ready to stitch, &amp; a sheet more than half done: worked some on my tray cloth. Had a letter from Mrs. Atwell &amp; she told George &amp; Belle. I have written her I was sorry. I will try to go out before long to see her. Hope to go to Anna's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss G'law put a doll all covered up on the lounge to fool Dr. S this morning &amp; told him she had only one sick one &amp; she would not open her eyes. Miss G'law seems very sober today. Am afraid she is worrying about her sister. Mister Higley, the new watchman, is here. Bridget has gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3248822908958163183?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3248822908958163183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-15-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3248822908958163183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3248822908958163183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-15-1895.html' title='Monday April 15, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4573608800977413054</id><published>2009-06-07T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:31:04.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 14, 1895</title><content type='html'>Klurowski birthday 13 years old&lt;br /&gt;Brother Roy is 22 years old today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained very hard in the night and part of the forenoon. Sunset clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been to church was too tired and it it was so wet. Walked a while on the piazza. Read an article in Bible study then took a nap before dinner. Have been writing this afternoon--Miss Greenlaw gave me two of the "Reed Brothers" cakes of maple sugar, which I sent to George. Gave Floy Weld a photo &amp; handkerchief for helping me &amp; Roy a photo. Miss Jennie has been to Bloomfield with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lettuce for dinner but not from the gardens, &amp; lobster too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4573608800977413054?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4573608800977413054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-14-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4573608800977413054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4573608800977413054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-april-14-1895.html' title='Sunday April 14, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5918003842728722177</id><published>2009-06-06T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:12:38.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 13, 1895</title><content type='html'>Stormed this A.M. &amp; again this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter from George which I would have rec'd yesterday had the mail been delivered. It was a good one as they all are. Tonight I read the notice of his father's burial on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitched the third pair of pillow cases &amp; hemmed a towel, besides sewing a little on my outing gown. Have gotten along quite well while on duty. Miss Jennie gave me a photo for Easter. Mr. and Mrs. Heynea were here to tea, they with Mr. Morey start for a visit to York State on Tuesday. The new girls are here--Minnie left this even. Bridget goes Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5918003842728722177?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5918003842728722177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-13-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5918003842728722177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5918003842728722177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-april-13-1895.html' title='Saturday April 13, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4458916716209772342</id><published>2009-06-05T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:05:53.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 12, 1895</title><content type='html'>Mortimer Donahue 11 yeas. old today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, but cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up my room then after resting sewed up &amp; hemmed a pair of pillow cases--after dinner hem-stitched a towel, this evening between bathings began a sheet &amp; one of my tray cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have written Harry &amp; Maud--also a long letter to Jennie L. Talmadge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tired feeling has gone somewhat today. Mamie Oxly sprained her ankle while jumping in the yard--disobeyed. Was on duty this P.M. Sent the little "Forget-me-not" with George's letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4458916716209772342?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4458916716209772342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-12-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4458916716209772342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4458916716209772342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-april-12-1895.html' title='Friday April 12, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3567052772115688214</id><published>2009-06-04T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:15:54.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 11, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright but cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Greenlaw came home very tired, but I was so glad to see her! She thinks my ring is lovely and thot it was set wth jewels. Edith Marshall came this evening. Have tried several times to write to Geoge &amp; have at last succeeded and it is after 11 o'clock. Communion in all the churches tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis came to see me this forenoon. Father wanted me to go out there and see to things before Mr. Leyman moved in but I cannot. Made another pair of pillow cases &amp; a holder. Have felt sick all day, better tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Miller came in &amp; had a long talk, asked what I would like for a present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3567052772115688214?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3567052772115688214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-11-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3567052772115688214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3567052772115688214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-april-11-1895.html' title='Thursday April 11, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1792680455128974275</id><published>2009-06-03T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:37:24.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 20, 1895</title><content type='html'>Doctor Fuller &amp; Auntie Johns birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pleasant but windy &amp; colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up town this P.M., bought cloth for a riding habit, &amp; for sheets. Set the serge to Mrs. Horne. Cora Alfna spent the say here. Some Shakers have been in also--Met Mrs. Stowe and Gracie on he street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very tired &amp; lonely all day. Is it because Mr. H could see Jennie &amp; I could not see George! I sent him a note this A.M. and received a letter tonight; have not finished any work but cut out my outing night-dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1792680455128974275?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1792680455128974275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-20-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1792680455128974275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1792680455128974275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-april-20-1895.html' title='Wednesday April 20, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-941533324210436687</id><published>2009-06-02T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:29:42.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 9, 1895</title><content type='html'>Stormy but partly cleared this P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Greenlaw has gone to Boston, the children have been good. I am &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; tired today. Have written a long letter to Mrs. Atwell but wil not send yet. Addie Leyman called to see me and I told her. She seems sad, but said she was glad. Mr. W. P. Williams came up this evening &amp; we had a little talk. Finished a pair of pillow cases &amp; marked some things. My ring has come, but am not sure it is the one he picked out as it is quite heavy. Sent George some flour for Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-941533324210436687?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/941533324210436687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-9-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/941533324210436687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/941533324210436687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-april-9-1895.html' title='Tuesday April 9, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5887123327894529658</id><published>2009-06-01T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:36:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 8, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rainy all day--windy this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just written a long letter to Anna, telling her what I have done &amp; planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the other tablecloth, the rest of my dish towels and one pillow case today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head aches &amp; I feel very tired. Miss Rebecca went to Boston this noon and Miss Greenlaw goes tomorrow as the boat leaves on Thursday. More of my photos came tonight, but not my ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5887123327894529658?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5887123327894529658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-8-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5887123327894529658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5887123327894529658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-april-8-1895.html' title='Monday April 8, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5677018174418121715</id><published>2009-05-31T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:42:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 7, 1895</title><content type='html'>Palm Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all pleasant, rained this A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church, had a good serman explaining the meaning of "Hosanna" (singers prayer) &amp; "Alleluia" (Redeemed Song). H=save we beseech thee--A=Praise ye the Lord. Have written Ada a long letter and a long one to George sending my photo &amp; a note of thanks to Mrs. Irwin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will wear my garnet ring all the time now--only when I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; wear the &lt;u&gt;other&lt;/u&gt;, so that I won't feel odd. Mrs. Waite came n this P.M. She saw me shut the "plush doors--" Mrs. Mann likes to talk of my future, have promised to give her my screen. My head has ached today, had a time with Liberty this A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed 9:00 P.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5677018174418121715?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5677018174418121715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-april-7-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5677018174418121715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5677018174418121715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-april-7-1895.html' title='Sunday April 7, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2686996092781353267</id><published>2009-05-30T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:45:58.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 6, 1895</title><content type='html'>Unpleasant--Rain this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, and was at noon but I went over to the dressmakers the dress was sent home this evening. I put it on and everyone pronounces it a fine fit and becoming. Roy took me over to show it to Ms. Waite and we had a little fun over it. Hemmed the rest of the towel and another tablecloth this P.M. Roy asked me if I tho't Mr. Holt and Jennie R. are engaged. I had a short...but good letter from George. It is the Jeweler's fault my ring has not yet come. Mrs. Irwin is going to start some plants for me. How kind! Baby is one week old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2686996092781353267?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2686996092781353267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-april-6-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2686996092781353267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2686996092781353267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-april-6-1895.html' title='Saturday April 6, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7603292790071968436</id><published>2009-05-29T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:52:00.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 5, 1895</title><content type='html'>Very pleasant &amp; spring like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not do much to my room as I wished to sew and have felt tired. Hemmed more dishtowels &amp; drawn the threads to the three hand towels, hemmed one end. Took a little walk this afternoon, bought my rubber gloves, and a game, also a few dishes. George thought my ring would be here this week but it has not come yet. How much we have had to practise patience! This has been a &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; long week. &lt;u&gt;Eleven&lt;/u&gt; more bath nights--am through late tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7603292790071968436?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7603292790071968436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-april-5-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7603292790071968436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7603292790071968436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-april-5-1895.html' title='Friday April 5, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2340465111455714053</id><published>2009-05-28T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:52:00.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 4, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant most of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the dressmakers. My dress will be done on Saturday. Finished the napkins and one table cloth today. Am very tired. Miss Slate has asked me to take her school next Thursday P.M. I hope to do so. Perhaps Miss Gardner will make my blk silk. Had another dear, good letter from George, and he told me of a dangerous ride he took, also of the night when Jettie came to him after he had been in danger. What a good man my love is! Rec'd three of my photos--they look very sad and sickly. Mrs. Heynea came up this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2340465111455714053?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2340465111455714053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-april-4-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2340465111455714053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2340465111455714053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-april-4-1895.html' title='Thursday April 4, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8584401471487209603</id><published>2009-05-27T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:29:16.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 3, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful day--snowed early but cleared before noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hannah called this afternoon. Sewed some, and written to George, received another letter from him tonight--How they brighten my days. I wonder if it &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; silly for two people to love each other so much &amp; not be afraid to say it sometimes! It makes me happier anyway. Criss is to move away. Mr. Heynea may rent one house. Auntie will have a young couple live with her, so I am glad--Lewis is still with Ada. I could not sleep from 11 P.M. until after 8 A.M. so feel tired, must take a bath &amp; go to bed. Think Bridget will come this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8584401471487209603?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8584401471487209603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-april-3-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8584401471487209603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8584401471487209603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-april-3-1895.html' title='Wednesday April 3, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3961991944547042400</id><published>2009-05-26T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:31:26.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 2, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cloudy most of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have finished all my best napkins and most of my dish towels. Also the fancy stitch on a tea holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke with Mr. W.P. about my bank book &amp; he thinks it would be as well to leave it here if I do not need it. The mutes have their meeting, entertained by Miss Green &amp; Noyes. They just gave me a glass of lemonade &amp; it was &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mann has gone to Windsor &amp; I kept study hour for her--that means 50 cents extra. Have felt better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Williams wants me to have a light hat &amp; I guess she is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3961991944547042400?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3961991944547042400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-april-2-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3961991944547042400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3961991944547042400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-april-2-1895.html' title='Tuesday April 2, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3473927825784117876</id><published>2009-05-25T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:26:08.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 1, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rainy and a true April day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dressmakers and up town this A.M. Bought silk for my dress and pillow case cotton--Anna has a little daughter born Saturday. Have written Mrs. H. a note of thanks for the information. A good long letter from George saying my ring will be here soon and as usual found our thoughts are in the same channel even before we know the others wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Wheeler has gone away &amp; no one knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mr. Greenlaws return to me week after next. Mrs. Heynea has been up this evening--sewed a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3473927825784117876?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3473927825784117876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-april-1-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3473927825784117876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3473927825784117876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-april-1-1895.html' title='Monday April 1, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1641460437033232708</id><published>2009-05-24T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:15:59.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 31, 1895</title><content type='html'>Very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been to church, my head has ached part of the day. Have written letters to Auntie, Mrs. Cline, and George--Oh how strange it still seems to think I am to be married in a few months! And how good God is to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric cars have been running all day on this avenue, every fifteen minutes. I walked on the piazza a long time this morning. Now must go to bed. We have decided to be married in the West.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1641460437033232708?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1641460437033232708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-31-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1641460437033232708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1641460437033232708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-31-1895.html' title='Sunday March 31, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3849012830978369718</id><published>2009-05-23T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:29:12.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 30, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright but cloudy very early with snow in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been on duty all day, did not have any time to eat until 11:50 A.M. and a few minutes while the girls were picking up--woke &lt;u&gt;very early&lt;/u&gt; &amp; foelt depressed, even to tears. Spoke with Miss Mann about my blk silk dress, it will cost me about $50 &amp; I do not know whether it will be wise! Mr. &amp; Mrs. Heynea came to tea and spent the evening. I am &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; tired. Lilian Jenkins was buried today. The first elec. car on this line began at 11:30 A.M. Miss Sweet has spent the day  at Nell Alfords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby Edgerton born today noted April 1.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3849012830978369718?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3849012830978369718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-30-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3849012830978369718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3849012830978369718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-30-1895.html' title='Saturday March 30, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4599316492177778932</id><published>2009-05-22T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:29:02.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 29, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful day but a little colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Mr. Job I spanked the boys &amp; he didn't say one word. Signed the payroll tonight. The Juniors give the "Little Miss Pitikins &amp; Goodnights" this even at the church. Cleaned up my room &amp; have been very tired all day but sewed a little &amp; marked  another 1/2 doz. napkins &amp; 4 dish towels. Realized for the first time how nice it will be to have George so &lt;u&gt;strong&lt;/u&gt;. Miss Gardner &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; make my other dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4599316492177778932?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4599316492177778932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-29-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4599316492177778932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4599316492177778932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-29-1895.html' title='Friday March 29, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3673835298410814512</id><published>2009-05-21T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:29:31.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 28, 1895</title><content type='html'>Snowed in the night--snow, wind has blown very hard all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have marked some of the napkins and hemmed more. Had a long nap this afternoon and a long letter from George. He has such confidence in me--how can I help being proud of him! Miss G'law priced riding habits in two places--they were from $50 to $25. Mr. Jenkins was called home this forenoon, but the baby lived until 3 P.M. The little boys undressed in the hall and danced before the open door. I gave them a spanking &amp; sent for Mr. Webster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3673835298410814512?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3673835298410814512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-28-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3673835298410814512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3673835298410814512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-28-1895.html' title='Thursday March 28, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-191943111126806004</id><published>2009-05-20T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:39:53.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 27, 1895</title><content type='html'>Gussie Marshall is eleven and Eugene Humphrey six today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright &amp; springlike, little cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mended &amp; sewed some on my napkins. Mr. Webster came to the show &amp; had me help him in preparing a piece to read this evening. Tennyson's "Dora." I did some mending for him too. Mrs. Williams came up a while this A.M. I may have a seamstress come here &amp; help me as Miss Gardner is very busy. Walked to Main St. for the first time. Called to see Grace Corey. She seems better. Jessie Palm called while I was gone. Have written to George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-191943111126806004?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/191943111126806004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-march-27-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/191943111126806004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/191943111126806004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-march-27-1895.html' title='Wednesday March 27, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1604815203714919859</id><published>2009-05-19T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:48:15.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 26, 1895</title><content type='html'>A bright day but a little cooler, hard a hard snow for about half an hour this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie Marsh has been over to Miss Irwin's since in Jan. She called on me this P.M. &amp; is Gertie Acheson's cousin. She has the care of the lame girl &amp; is healing her--Jennie's husband died suddenly in Jan.--Miss Hatheway and Ida called this evening. It is Ida's birthday. Hemmed several napkins. Miss Greenlaw went up town with Miss Stores who has come for a visit &amp; to have some sewing done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1604815203714919859?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1604815203714919859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-26-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1604815203714919859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1604815203714919859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-26-1895.html' title='Tuesday March 26, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-97267201649104478</id><published>2009-05-18T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:23:26.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 25, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rainy--cleared at night and a brilliant rainbow completely arched the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote in my journal this morning all my leisure time. finished hemming a half dozen napkins. Have felt more light-hearted today. Mr. Jenkins baby has other troubles now. Mr. Weeks wife is very low. A new little girl came this noon. "Aurore Liberty." Miss Mann thinks I am brighter. Well, how can I help being happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith gave me two &lt;u&gt;fine&lt;/u&gt; oranges this fore-noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very tired this A.M. but better tonight--had honey &amp; hot biscuit for tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-97267201649104478?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/97267201649104478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-25-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/97267201649104478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/97267201649104478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-25-1895.html' title='Monday March 25, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4521560657784248436</id><published>2009-05-17T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:11:59.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 24, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cloudy--showered at evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church. Mr. Love had a good sermon from the text found in II Cor. 4: 16 &amp; 18. He brought in thoughts from the book "Does God Send Trouble." Have not felt hungry but Miss G'law says I must at so not to loose flesh. My head aches from a cold. Wrote to George, then took a nap. Copied the verses read at Miss Phoebe's funeral--Mrs. Jones &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; hurt her foot Wednesday, but she was at church today. I rode home with Mr. Williams. Flora's friend went this evening--Mr. Bonoff came today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4521560657784248436?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4521560657784248436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-24-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4521560657784248436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4521560657784248436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-24-1895.html' title='Sunday March 24, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1749194001968379019</id><published>2009-05-16T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:23:11.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 23, 1895</title><content type='html'>Beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Belyea came &amp; told Mildred--she dreamed Monday night her papa wasn't ever coming back, poor girlie! Went up town, had some small photos taken and bought a game. Ordered one of Lyals &amp; one of Pansy's books--Called on Mrs. Jones--also on Miss Hathaway. She has not been sick &amp; still not well. Received another letter from George. I am to have a pony, he says. The fire bell is ringing. I am very tired. Mrs. Heynea came up tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1749194001968379019?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1749194001968379019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-23-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1749194001968379019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1749194001968379019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-23-1895.html' title='Saturday March 23, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1534627840367947356</id><published>2009-05-14T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:38:25.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 22, 1895</title><content type='html'>Very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took care of my room this morning, rested and hemmed another napkin. Had a letter from George this evening and he said if I could &lt;u&gt;see&lt;/u&gt; how cross he was because I had promised to remain, I would not laugh! Well, I cannot blame him--wrote him tonight and sent a slip of paper giving the size for my ring. It all seems so strange! I am very tired. Thirteen weeks more of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora's friend came this afternoon, his business is to be in Penn, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1534627840367947356?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1534627840367947356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-22-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1534627840367947356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1534627840367947356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-22-1895.html' title='Friday March 22, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8784849542669760079</id><published>2009-05-13T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:20:21.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 21, 1895</title><content type='html'>Another bright spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. W.P. congratulated me this noon and it all seems so strange, as if I were dreaming! I told Miss G'law and she almost cried, for she had begin plans to keep me, but said she was glad for me. Lay down all the A.M. finally had a little nap before dinner. I have felt better this P.M.--hemmed one napkin. Mr. Jenkins baby is still living. Did not go to the shop tonight as Miss G'law &amp; Mann called on Miss Weeks--she is very poorly and may not live long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Holt's brother came last night. He looks very boyish for 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8784849542669760079?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8784849542669760079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-21-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8784849542669760079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8784849542669760079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-21-1895.html' title='Thursday March 21, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6652823386411749535</id><published>2009-05-12T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:33:22.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 20, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada is 25 years old today&lt;br /&gt;Georgie White is 9 years old today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada and Leis came in about noon and stayed until 4:30. It was so good to see them, I went up town with them. Dr. Bryant thinks I had best have the teeth out soon. Ada &amp; Anna are surprised to know of my engagement; Ada gave me some very nice napkins. Anna has not been sick yet. We took a ride on the Ashley St. line. I have told Mrs. Williams of my engagement &amp; she thinks I shall be very happy &amp; is glad for me. I am so tired tonight. Saw Louis but not to speak with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6652823386411749535?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6652823386411749535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-march-20-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6652823386411749535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6652823386411749535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-march-20-1895.html' title='Wednesday March 20, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3388457048840948770</id><published>2009-05-11T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:58:11.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 19, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright: Marchy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jenkins baby still living. Clarence White is 12 years old today. Miss Greenlaw went into town &amp; did not get home until late so I stayed in from the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Holt has gone down to New Haven. Flora went with him. He said "We are going to elope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my white apron with the lace Mrs. Humphrey made &amp; partly cut a wrapper. Made me three kitchen holders. Have felt tired all day. It is Annie Thompson's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3388457048840948770?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3388457048840948770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-19-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3388457048840948770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3388457048840948770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-19-1895.html' title='Tuesday March 19, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7134832831223781624</id><published>2009-05-10T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:06:30.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 18, 1895</title><content type='html'>A bright warm day, windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred Belyea is 11 yrs old today, she had a holiday cake and a letter from her papa, but he is dead, altho' she does not know it yet. Poor little girlie! John Woodford is 23 today. Mr. Jenkins baby is a &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt; better. Mr. Clark is also, his wife has taught for him. Mrs. Heynea came up this P.M. to stitch &amp; again this evening. I have read aloud. Felt very tired before tea. Had a letter from Auntie. Louis is in here working for the Street R. R. Co., but I do not know where. Had a time with Evelyn this noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7134832831223781624?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7134832831223781624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-18-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7134832831223781624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7134832831223781624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-18-1895.html' title='Monday March 18, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-866245253522166021</id><published>2009-05-09T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:38:25.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 17, 1895</title><content type='html'>St. Patrick's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had venison crackers for breakfast again, feel better today. Mr. Love gave us another good sermon, but it was more particularly for those out of Christ. David Calhoun sat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote &amp; mailed a long letter to Irma. Also have written a long one to George. Oh, how strange to feel he is my very own love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jenkins baby is much worse &amp; Mr. Clark is not as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Joe Woodford's birthday. Gulley wore the wrapper Mr. G made her &amp; she is much pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-866245253522166021?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/866245253522166021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-17-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/866245253522166021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/866245253522166021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-17-1895.html' title='Sunday March 17, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-9147681701551768502</id><published>2009-05-08T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:44.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 16, 1895</title><content type='html'>Snowed early--cleared about noon and has been beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Holt's brother is coming. I spoke of my going away to him and he was surprised. Mr. Mooney is going soon. Had a hard headache most of the day but feel better now. The children had one of their plays &amp; the little boys came up. Mr. Stone died soon after 5 P.M. while Mr. Twitchell was praying with the family. Mr. Jenkin's little girl is no better. The first trolly car ran on Garden &amp; Ashley St. this afternoon. Will run every twenty minutes. Annie Ailes is thirteen today. Grilley home this noon, cannot live long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-9147681701551768502?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9147681701551768502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-16-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9147681701551768502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9147681701551768502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-16-1895.html' title='Saturday March 16, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5116519257524724092</id><published>2009-05-07T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:01:00.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 15, 1895</title><content type='html'>Stormy and cold--snowed some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big fire soon after midnight in Hart &amp; Merriman's store-block--loss to all about $70,000 partly insured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jenkins little girl is very sick with pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have felt better this afternoon and had a long nap. I do hope to be able to do &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; sewing before summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slicked up my room &amp; washed my stockings then lay down and rested before dinner. Bath night again. Bertha Stone's grandfather is dying, brothers-in-law of Miss Phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;Claribel Lusk Graham has a son born this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5116519257524724092?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5116519257524724092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-15-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5116519257524724092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5116519257524724092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-march-15-1895.html' title='Friday March 15, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2418822909950657525</id><published>2009-05-06T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:01:25.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 14, 1895</title><content type='html'>A bright beautiful day--windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick most of the night with the pains in my stomach and side &amp; so feel wretchedly today. Decided I had better hire my black dress entirely made &amp; took it to Miss Gardner this A.M. Miss Green going with me. Had a letter from Geo- and he wants me to come at once, has made plans for me. I wish I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote Ada telling her about my engagement. Will write Anna on Sunday--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache all over so a going to bed early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2418822909950657525?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2418822909950657525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-14-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2418822909950657525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2418822909950657525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-march-14-1895.html' title='Thursday March 14, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8581177780284985968</id><published>2009-05-05T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:45:26.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday May 13, 1895</title><content type='html'>Unpleasant again. Rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not sleep so got up a little after 4 o'clock &amp; wrote to George. Had an answer to my letter &amp; am perfectly satisfied, so sent him a note saying so. We are betrothed. No more my own! God's gift to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote to Jennie Andrews this P.M. Miss Phoebe Stone's funeral was this P.M. Mr. Lyman has bought a building lot &amp; will build. Addie has been to N.J. Had a good letter from Anna this morning. Miss G'law has just given me a nice orange. Mr. Lewis Tracy has taken nearly $10,000 from the Security Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8581177780284985968?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8581177780284985968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-may-13-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8581177780284985968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8581177780284985968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday-may-13-1895.html' title='Wednesday May 13, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3970851087891489844</id><published>2009-05-04T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:11:40.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 12, 1895</title><content type='html'>Snowed in the night; not very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt very happy this morning but so tired tonight that I am almost blue &amp; wish I had not told Mr. Job I would try to stay. Yes, I wish I could go to George and rest! Wrote quite a long letter to Ada this P.M. Took a nap, have come to bed before 8 o'clock. Had a nice long letter from Mrs. Cline this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Phoebe died about 10:30 last night. Jennie Andrews has been in Unionville over Sunday. Emmie McHue is in Collinsville for a while, has had the grippe. Handkerchief night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie, Evelyn, Denny &amp; James very bad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3970851087891489844?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3970851087891489844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-12-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3970851087891489844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3970851087891489844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-march-12-1895.html' title='Tuesday March 12, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4762900493195163634</id><published>2009-05-03T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:43:49.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 11, 1895</title><content type='html'>Another lovely spring day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an extra letter from George written Tuesday evening at Hill City, so he had not received mine. I am so happy today. The spring weather always makes me feel light-hearted! Wrote to Auntie &amp; sent the prayer book. Miss Phoebe is still living but that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Douglas called this evening, she is looking very miserably, fear she has the grippe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been so lazy again today. Do not accomplish anything lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4762900493195163634?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4762900493195163634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-11-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4762900493195163634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4762900493195163634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-march-11-1895.html' title='Monday March 11, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5951269053663184427</id><published>2009-05-02T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:09:21.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 10, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful springlike day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church. Mr. Love gave us a very good talk on "As my Father hath sent me, so have I sent you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brockett died this morning. "Aunt Phoebe" is very low. Bessie &amp; Mattie called this afternoon. I did not get up until after 8 o'clock. Mr. Williams has taken a cheaper seat in church. Rode home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have written to George. The older children sat up to see the eclipse. Mr. Love spoke with me &amp; said he should call again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5951269053663184427?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5951269053663184427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-10-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5951269053663184427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5951269053663184427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-march-10-1895.html' title='Sunday March 10, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8057375936338898365</id><published>2009-05-01T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:54:11.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 9, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rained--Cleared about noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up town for about one hour, to wear off my restlessness, and get some fresh air. Walked part way up &amp; my ankle feels stronger. No letter today! At first I felt as if I could not be patient but God has helped me and I can wait for His will! Melted some maple sugar. Put some pieces in a scrap book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. W. P. told me of the good Social last evening, they took in $40. Have read some of George's old letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Allen's baby boy is dead--8 mo. old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8057375936338898365?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8057375936338898365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-9-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8057375936338898365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8057375936338898365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-march-9-1895.html' title='Saturday March 9, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7642687863309161154</id><published>2009-04-30T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:13:00.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 8, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rainy most of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. W. P. Williams let me read his verses. Mrs. W. P. told Mr. Love I had written some. Have not felt as well today &amp; am &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; tired this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will get a letter tomorrow morning for I can't do much until I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go to the bath soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the Institution is changed to "American School for the Deaf."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7642687863309161154?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7642687863309161154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-march-8-1895.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7642687863309161154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7642687863309161154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-march-8-1895.html' title='Friday March 8, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2619460746940590417</id><published>2009-04-29T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:13:24.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 7, 1895</title><content type='html'>Not very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wrot&lt;/strike&gt; Copied my verses and took them down to Mrs. Williams. She seemed very much pleased with them. We talked so long about the social &amp;c. that I did not go to the shop, but made up some elastics for Miss G'law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nap this P.M. &amp; woke up feeling not so well. Had such a good letter from George it seems as if I must see him before July &amp; yet it costs so much. Read aloud this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2619460746940590417?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2619460746940590417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-march-7-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2619460746940590417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2619460746940590417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-march-7-1895.html' title='Thursday March 7, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2282394837500861376</id><published>2009-04-28T07:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:23:36.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 6, 1895</title><content type='html'>Not very pleasant, has stormed a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better this A.M. but not as well this P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just scribbled some verses to go with "Gift Dollar." Sent the old mittens &amp; slippers this afternoon to Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Heynes came up this evening and I read aloud in the sitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have read a little from the live of "David Brainard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already ten o'clock so I must go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2282394837500861376?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2282394837500861376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-march-6-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2282394837500861376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2282394837500861376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-march-6-1895.html' title='Wednesday March 6, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8025246525065874725</id><published>2009-04-27T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:13:00.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 5, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cold and pleasant--windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not feel well this A.M. but much better this P.M. Received the pay for the mittens. The girls had holiday this P.M. &amp; as Miss G'law was uptown did not go to the shop--Little girls had their sleds once more &amp; the older ones went skating. It was fine. Put new ribbon on brown dress sleeves &amp; knit on my slippers. Miss Allen came back this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letter must have been received by this time &amp; perhaps a reply is on the way. Sent a short one to him today. "Handkerchief night."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8025246525065874725?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8025246525065874725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-march-5-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8025246525065874725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8025246525065874725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-march-5-1895.html' title='Tuesday March 5, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-934349328597429618</id><published>2009-04-26T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:19:16.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 4, 1895</title><content type='html'>not very pleasant--chilly but has thawed. Rained tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed in my resignation, but it will make a great difference to them so have promised to try to stay. Miss Greenlaw cried because I felt as if I must go &amp; I cried because it did seem as if I could not stay. I feel so badly most of the time! She will try to make it easier in many ways. Tore up the letter to George &amp; wrote another. Received the venison tonight. Have felt real badly most of the day but better tonight. Played "words" with Flora and Mr. Comstock. She served candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-934349328597429618?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/934349328597429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-march-4-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/934349328597429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/934349328597429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-march-4-1895.html' title='Monday March 4, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1341327955844517424</id><published>2009-04-25T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:56:34.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 3, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant &amp; colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been to church. It was Communion. Mr. Robertson and a young boy joined. The texts for Mr. R. was my own "All things work together etc." The service was vert impressive. Mr. Love was back again. Came up in the car today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nap and then wrote to George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels badly for I cried last night tho I do not know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1341327955844517424?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1341327955844517424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-march-3-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1341327955844517424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1341327955844517424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-march-3-1895.html' title='Sunday March 3, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5414364996199492458</id><published>2009-04-24T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:17:21.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 2, 1895</title><content type='html'>Rained and snowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been very busy all day--finished the mittens and &lt;strike&gt;began&lt;/strike&gt; worked on the slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel very tired this evening and the tears will come to my eyes--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mann kept asking about the picture so finally showed it to her and told her a little about him. She hopes I may "get" him. My resignation is written but will not hand it in until Monday or Tuesday. Mrs. Hynea came up this evening. Told Mrs. W.P.W. of my resignation--She put a tea rose in here tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5414364996199492458?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5414364996199492458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-march-2-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5414364996199492458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5414364996199492458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-march-2-1895.html' title='Saturday March 2, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3998057014288273999</id><published>2009-04-23T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:51:47.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 1, 1895</title><content type='html'>not very pleasant. Warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring--and very spring-like. The snow is going fast. My letter is one fourth on its way. Tonight came his photo. I am perfectly satisfied with the face I see and how my heart throbbed for joy as I looked at it! Oh the sacred trust of his happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter from Ada. If I resign she would like to have one come there. Another bath night over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3998057014288273999?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3998057014288273999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-march-1-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3998057014288273999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3998057014288273999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-march-1-1895.html' title='Friday March 1, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7559329468689129062</id><published>2009-04-22T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:06:52.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 28, 1895</title><content type='html'>Warmer &amp; not very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not feel as well this morning, but better tonight. Miss Greenlaw knows my increased salary &amp; spoke tonight as if she thought I ought to live sumptuously. Have written to George and if he wishes to try a Sabbath plan, I will be his helper. Oh how long the next week will be! Had a letter from him tonight and cannot doubt his feelings. Mrs. Heynea came up a while. Sent Jennie's mittens to her. Have begun fixing her old ones. Mrs. Jones called again. I could see her only a few moments. Lady Sommerset spoke this p.m. at the Armory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7559329468689129062?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7559329468689129062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-28-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7559329468689129062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7559329468689129062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-28-1895.html' title='Thursday February 28, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-9187355810229314874</id><published>2009-04-21T06:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:56:51.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 27, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cold chilly day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have gotten along very well today but feel so tired. Miss Jennie spoke with me about my health and when I said I did think I was good for much, tears came in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been able to catch up a little in my shop work--And finished the mittens this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to see the play a little while. Gov. Coffin and Mrs. Coffin were there. It was very nicely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rebecca came tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote to Miss Hinman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-9187355810229314874?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9187355810229314874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-february-27-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9187355810229314874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/9187355810229314874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-february-27-1895.html' title='Wednesday February 27, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1865620141725253269</id><published>2009-04-20T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:07:05.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 26, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cold &amp; windy but bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just been reading a good article in the "Home Journal" how women can please men. It is the only way to please any one--be true and &lt;u&gt;sympathetic&lt;/u&gt;, and a &lt;u&gt;gentlewoman&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have felt better today, but am tired and fretty. How much I need to learn patience! Have looked anxiously for the picture. Oh, if only he were a Christian! I wish I knew if it were wise to marry until he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have had their sleds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1865620141725253269?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1865620141725253269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-february-26-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1865620141725253269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1865620141725253269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-february-26-1895.html' title='Tuesday February 26, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3775275547465583184</id><published>2009-04-19T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:11:00.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 25, 1895</title><content type='html'>Not very pleasant--hailed some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have felt better today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Waite returned, but left Mrs. Smith suffering from Tonsillitis(?) The cook is sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mended Mr. Holt's coat and two of the boys so that I am not catching up in my basting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have knit some and wrote to Bessie Skinner. Mrs. Heynea came into the shop for a while this evening. Am very tired &amp; have come to bed early. Had a letter from Ida B. Sanford.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3775275547465583184?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3775275547465583184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-25-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3775275547465583184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3775275547465583184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-25-1895.html' title='Monday February 25, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5409255251864858994</id><published>2009-04-18T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:59:22.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 24, 1895</title><content type='html'>Colder--bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast with the family--feel better today. Went to church--Dr. Walker preached from the text "Man shall not live by bread alone" He spoke of the many yearnings of the heart and how we should listen to the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote to George this afternoon and a note to Anna telling her I am feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Waite, Miss Sweet nor Mrs. K have not returned. Mr. Weeks sent a despatch saying his wife is unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls studied better today. Have worn my shoe buttoned all day for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5409255251864858994?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5409255251864858994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-24-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5409255251864858994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5409255251864858994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-24-1895.html' title='Sunday February 24, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4580821371091099128</id><published>2009-04-17T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:13:43.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 23, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter from George. Thinks if I don't conclude to come west soon, he will have to come East. Expect his photo in a few days, wish it was not so hard to decide wisely. Mrs. Waite went to Springfield this P.M. to stay overnight. Tomorrow is Millie's Tenth Wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Work went well in the clothes room altho' we were late. Sewed, knit and rested this P.M. Had a note from Harry, also one from B. Skinner. She called, has a position. Miss Glass looks very tired. Miss Stores came to Hartford in the P.M. Mr. Weeks is very sick in N.Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4580821371091099128?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4580821371091099128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-23-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4580821371091099128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4580821371091099128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-23-1895.html' title='Saturday February 23, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3950497041328887466</id><published>2009-04-16T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:52:00.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 22, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play went off nicely &amp; will be repeated on Wednesday for members of the legislature. The people woke me in going out and my head ached very hard for a while--have felt sick all day. Cleaned up my room, mended some to help the children, then lay down which helped me out. Took care of the girls after dinner until 2 when we began bathing. As the boys all bathed too, the water gave out and it was almost five before we were through. The party went off well. Helped pour coffee as usual. Told Mr. H. that I tho't of resigning April 1st because I am not strong enough for the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the skinners called while I was in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3950497041328887466?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3950497041328887466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-22-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3950497041328887466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3950497041328887466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-22-1895.html' title='Friday February 22, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5635214569131289240</id><published>2009-04-15T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:04:09.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 21, 1895</title><content type='html'>Not very pleasant, had squalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to work harder in the shop because I was gone yesterday. A Mr. Clark came about 9 a.m. with Hattie H's nephew to see this school. I had to entertain him awhile and then go to the shop where Susie Abbott &amp; I worked on Tableau suits until about noon, rested a few minutes at 2, had to begin again and did not leave the shop until after 5:30. On duty until 7:45 hen the children went in to see the play "Merchant of Venice" but I am too tired &amp; have come to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5635214569131289240?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5635214569131289240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-21-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5635214569131289240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5635214569131289240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-21-1895.html' title='Thursday February 21, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3221933094289657087</id><published>2009-04-14T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:22:00.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 20, 1895</title><content type='html'>A beautiful winter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sending the letter to Anna, went out in the 10 a.m. car and reach home at 7:35 p.m. Have had such a pleasant, restful day and everything tasted good out there! She showed me all the pretty little things she had made, and she is feeling better. Doc says I have had the grippe and has given me some medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motors gave out this morning so that our car was some late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3221933094289657087?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3221933094289657087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-february-20-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3221933094289657087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3221933094289657087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-february-20-1895.html' title='Wednesday February 20, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3305503198516763932</id><published>2009-04-13T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:55:22.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 19, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant, warm, but very damp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling better, went to the shop, lay down most of the morning. Sent George's letter, received a note from Jennie Taylor and a nice letter from Anna. Doc wants to see me before he gives me any more medicine. Miss Sarah Glass still improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must write a little note to Anna and then go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3305503198516763932?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3305503198516763932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-february-19-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3305503198516763932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3305503198516763932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-february-19-1895.html' title='Tuesday February 19, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7349342674255078192</id><published>2009-04-12T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:26:57.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 18, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke about 1 a.m. with great pain in my side and bowels. Applied hot water but could not rest until about 5 o'clock. At Miss Glass' suggestion stayed in bed all day and was glad to do so, for I ached all over. Did not sleep but a very little, but rested in the quiet and dark. Miss Slate brought me a beautiful box of flowers, pinks &amp;c. It was a great surprise and so kind of her. Ada &amp; Bud was in the city and left a package of apples, corn &amp; molasses candy for me. Miss Sarah Glass is better. Randolph died suddenly today at the Consumptives Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7349342674255078192?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7349342674255078192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-18-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7349342674255078192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7349342674255078192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-18-1895.html' title='Monday February 18, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7584567043641561217</id><published>2009-04-11T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:44:23.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 17, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright--beautiful day &amp; little colder than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been to church, slept until just time to get ready for the study hour. Have had a headache. Walked on the piazza this morning. Wrote two letters this afternoon, one to Fannie &amp; one to Miss Atwell, began one to George. Have been very restless so that I think I haven't spent the day resting very profitably. And yet my heart has been full of thankfulness for all God's goodness! The children have gone into the chapel tonight. Have come to bed early--Roy has taken Floyd to church with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hallock lead our Y.P.S.C.E. this evening--missionary topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7584567043641561217?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7584567043641561217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-17-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7584567043641561217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7584567043641561217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-17-1895.html' title='Sunday February 17, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1983897020624650582</id><published>2009-04-10T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:35:13.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 16, 1895</title><content type='html'>A charming, warm springlike day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year today since Ella was laid to rest. Miss Glass has not heard yet; there is a letter at the office and Roy will try to get it. I am not as tired as usual on Saturday night, perhaps because so many went up town &amp; I prayed for extra strength too. My first number of the "Conn. Quarterly" came today and I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bonoff, Mr. &amp; Mrs. Howe and several others have been here. Knit some on the mittens. Miss Green went over to E. Hartford for the p.m. had a &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; pleasant time. Dinner at 6, of course. The letter has come. Miss G is more comfortable. We are relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1983897020624650582?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1983897020624650582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-16-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1983897020624650582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1983897020624650582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-16-1895.html' title='Saturday February 16, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6428981196361566079</id><published>2009-04-09T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:01:00.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 15, 1895</title><content type='html'>Warm &amp; bright--very spring-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a valentine from Lewis, and the silver coffee spoon. Wrote Anna a letter &amp; sent a valentine to Lewis. Am ashamed it is so late. Mrs. Mann asked me to give her class a story in signs today, they understood it well, we are pleased. She says she will send for me when she needs a substitute. Sent a note to Jennie Andrews. Miss G did not come this noon, but at 7:10. I am very tired, Mrs. Waite makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death all around us, the Cook's nephew is dying, Miss Allen's mother and Miss Glass sister is very low. Rebecca goes tonight, and if wanted Miss G. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6428981196361566079?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6428981196361566079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-15-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6428981196361566079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6428981196361566079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-15-1895.html' title='Friday February 15, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6555063105655908933</id><published>2009-04-08T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:49:00.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 14, 1895</title><content type='html'>Bright, pleasant day, much warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year today since Ella L. died. St. Valentine's Day--She was a message of love to God! Had a hard struggle not to let my evil nature get the better of me this a.m. &amp; &lt;u&gt;did not&lt;/u&gt; tell Howe to go out at noon. The children have been &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; good and obeyed quickly. Mrs. W has fallen in my feelings by telling Mr. Job of her trouble with Mr. Holt. I feel so sober tonight, like crying--things look so differently to ourselves &amp; to others. Gotten along well on the mittens, have sewed some. Had a great deal of company in the schools. Only two mails a day now. Miss Allen's mother cannot live long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6555063105655908933?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6555063105655908933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-14-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6555063105655908933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6555063105655908933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-14-1895.html' title='Thursday February 14, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4537168289441986257</id><published>2009-04-07T07:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:33:09.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Febrary 13, 1895</title><content type='html'>at 9 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 degrees above&lt;br /&gt;pleasant and warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Greenlaw has gone to Boston. Miss Sweet is the cranky one. Told me Howe was not well &amp; could not go out. She plays all right, so I will do as I think best. Miss Sweet to Mr. Job about Craig, &amp; he asked me if I had punished Craig. I was glad to say only by putting in the corner. But he &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; a bad boy. Mr. Job does not want me to whip any of the babies &amp; I don't want to. Am feeling much better, have begin the mittens. Sewed a little. Mr. Job brought two gentlemen int the shop tonight. The children have been good &amp; I have kept my temper, though it has been hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4537168289441986257?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4537168289441986257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-febrary-13-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4537168289441986257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4537168289441986257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-febrary-13-1895.html' title='Wednesday Febrary 13, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-830749722486782371</id><published>2009-04-06T09:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:33:29.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Fenruary 12, 1895</title><content type='html'>20 degrees above at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Cold and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Summersel and Miss Willard are both sick and so unable to come to H. today--many are disappointed. Mr. W.P.W. took me for a nice ride this morning. Saw Mr. Wing's house &amp; L. P. Ripley's new house. Tore up part of my letter added more &amp; sent it this p.m. It seems wise to wait awhile. I am not ready. Sent a note to Mrs. Jones. I cannot walk way out there. Received a letter &amp; yarn from Jennie. Old Mr. Foster returns to Vt. tomorrow. My head has been very bad most of the day; had two naps &amp; feel better. How much God has given me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-830749722486782371?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/830749722486782371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-fenruary-12-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/830749722486782371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/830749722486782371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-fenruary-12-1895.html' title='Tuesday Fenruary 12, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8021541984660306662</id><published>2009-04-05T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:02:49.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 11, 1895</title><content type='html'>A bright beautiful day &amp; very cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap. Smith, a friend of the Fry's, spoke in the chapel this a.m. on catching whales &amp;c. Did not hear him. Am feeling much better tonight. Roy took Miss Greenlaw and myself for a ride; it did me much good. Called on Emma McVie. Found a letter from George on my return and I have written a short one in reply. If I send it, my future will be fixed as far as human eyes can see. And may God help me faithfully to keep to my pledge. I am feeling a peacefulness, but sober too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8021541984660306662?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8021541984660306662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-11-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8021541984660306662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8021541984660306662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-11-1895.html' title='Monday February 11, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8945389807851216173</id><published>2009-04-04T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:35:00.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 10, 1895</title><content type='html'>Still cold &amp; pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been to church, did not get up to breakfast but had a good nap. Read to Mrs. Waite the forenoon. After dinner lay down and slept most of the afternoon. My head has ached all day and I feel tired all over, so have come to bed at 7. Read a little book Mrs. W. P. loaned me--"Conflicting Duties." It was very good and so true for God never meant anyone should try to do more than he can do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8945389807851216173?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8945389807851216173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-10-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8945389807851216173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8945389807851216173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-february-10-1895.html' title='Sunday February 10, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3166322760364849115</id><published>2009-04-03T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:43:00.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 9, 1895</title><content type='html'>Still very cold, but pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day and yet no letters. I was very much disappointed until I thought of God's goodness and love for all His children. He knows what is best. On that I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head aches, but I think the quiet of this afternoon may help it. Have sewed a little. The trains were so irregular that Edna could not go home last night: went today. Miss Allen went home this noon. Her mother is very sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3166322760364849115?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3166322760364849115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-9-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3166322760364849115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3166322760364849115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-february-9-1895.html' title='Saturday February 9, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-299247743178070896</id><published>2009-04-02T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:31:00.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 8, 1895</title><content type='html'>Harrie B. Webster is 12 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cold. A blizzard began in the night &amp; its wind has blown most of the day--It is very widespread--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick in the night. Some fever I think, have not felt well today, slept this afternoon. Did not have the boys because of the deep snow. Mrs. Waite has more cold. Sent Harrie's letter but he may not get it today because of the snow. I &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; hope I will hear from George tomorrow and that this storm has not hurt him in any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a note to Mrs. Lang but have been unable to send it. Have felt very irritable all day &amp; wish I could feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-299247743178070896?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/299247743178070896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-8-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/299247743178070896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/299247743178070896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-february-8-1895.html' title='Friday February 8, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5947310309970332854</id><published>2009-04-01T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:52:01.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 7, 1895</title><content type='html'>Some warmer, looks like snow&lt;br /&gt;Later--snows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending the boys to school, went up town &amp; bought me some wrappers, part-wool--reached home at 10:05 and enjoyed the fresh air. It is &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; good to &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; money for what I need. Miss Sweet &amp; Mr. Clark are both sick with colds. Mrs. C. is teaching for the latter. Had a note from Jennie A. wishes me to make her more mittens. The gas went out all over the city last night. When turned on left many in danger. Police did all they could to help. &lt;u&gt;We&lt;/u&gt; were not troubled. Have written a little to Harriet for birthday. Hope it will remind him that he is old enough to work for Christ. Enclosed a handkerchief. Mrs. Lang's little Israel is dead of pneumonia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5947310309970332854?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5947310309970332854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-7-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5947310309970332854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5947310309970332854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-february-7-1895.html' title='Thursday February 7, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8113073811731826615</id><published>2009-03-31T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:12:00.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 6, 1895</title><content type='html'>12 below at 8 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Cold but clear and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;A charming moonlight evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent a note to Mrs. Allen this afternoon in acknowledgment of her letter. Have felt more restful today. All the school rooms were cold this morning so that there was less order. Children had their sleds this noon but too cold to stay out long--chicken for dinner, oysters for supper--have felt tired and lazy all the week and have done only a little mending perhaps partly due to the cold. My cough is nearly gone. Have come to bed early. Hope I can sleep well. Enjoy reading from David Brainard's life so much. E. Car stalled near W. Hartford with a party all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8113073811731826615?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8113073811731826615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-february-6-1895.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8113073811731826615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8113073811731826615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-february-6-1895.html' title='Wednesday February 6, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6318521496968341055</id><published>2009-03-30T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:00:12.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 5, 1895</title><content type='html'>Cold, windy &amp; bright. Very cold tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt as if some trial were hanging over me, but this morning I feel a quiet calm. Is it the calm before a storm! My verses for today would indicate it. Well my "Father knoweth what things ye are in need of" and can give the strength to bear! Had a good letter from Miss Hinman, she may visit us soon. Sophia Hull is worse, has Bright's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.M. Everything passed off as usual. Very cold tonight but Miss Sweet &amp; the girls took a long walk after study here. Have been looking at Mr. Belknap's church scrap book--very interesting. Sent Ada my subscription to the "Golden Rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cars from Unionville stalled near W.D. all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6318521496968341055?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6318521496968341055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-february-5-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6318521496968341055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6318521496968341055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-february-5-1895.html' title='Tuesday February 5, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3320152253444530252</id><published>2009-03-29T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:58:00.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 4, 1895</title><content type='html'>Stormy but not cold--colder, a small blizzard for an hour or two tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes feel tired of my duties but most of sending the girls out twice every day for I am never free from it on school days. Miss Glass or Green can be away or stay in their rooms, but I &lt;u&gt;must get&lt;/u&gt; the girls out. It is so wearisome. No letter though I have expected one from George for a day or two. Still it is best to learn to wait patiently for God's time. Wrote quite a letter to Ada this morning. Mr. Love is worse, has a high fever caused by his exertion in preaching yesterday. Mrs. Waite has gone to bed with rheumatism. My heart is weary tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3320152253444530252?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3320152253444530252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-february-4-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3320152253444530252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3320152253444530252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-february-4-1895.html' title='Monday February 4, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8427897521207228079</id><published>2009-03-28T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:26:00.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 3, 1895</title><content type='html'>Floyd Weld is 17 years old today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold but bright &amp; beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven long years since Mother went home, but today has been the brightest anniversary for me. The prayers I have made for Ada &amp; George and their encouragement together with the latter's love and its coming answer in my own head makes me feel Mother is glad for me! Have not been to church but have read and prayed and so rested. I feel stronger spiritually, mentally &amp; physically than for a long time. Mr. Taylor is spending Sunday here. Mr. Gillette from Washington  D.C. lectured in the chapel this p.m.. God is so very good to me, &amp; seems so near!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8427897521207228079?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8427897521207228079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-february-3-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8427897521207228079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8427897521207228079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-february-3-1895.html' title='Sunday February 3, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6626410661745974532</id><published>2009-03-27T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:17:55.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 2, 1895</title><content type='html'>Will Thompson is 35 today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormed this a.m. Clear &amp; growing colder this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good letter from Ada. She wants to study the S. S. lesson every week now. "While they are speaking I will answer!" Also had a nice letter from Mrs. Allen in regard to my withdrawal from the Y.P.S.C.E. It has been a very hard day for me, lay down a few minutes while they were sweeping this a.m. but the storm kept the children in and I am very tired but they were good. Next week will be free--Mrs. Waite didn't like it because I said Miss Green waited for second table. But I held my tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6626410661745974532?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6626410661745974532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-february-2-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6626410661745974532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6626410661745974532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-february-2-1895.html' title='Saturday February 2, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-6519384839399619780</id><published>2009-03-26T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:03:00.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 1, 1895</title><content type='html'>8' below 0&lt;br /&gt;Coldest morning--bright and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave my room a thorough cleaning &amp; mended Mr. Holt's coat before dinner. Mr. Webster invited me on a sleighride but could not go as Misses Grenslaw and Green were both going with Mrs. Job. Two sleigh loads of children visit the school again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath night again and as I am not well tonight feel very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Waite made some lemonade and sent me a glass of it in the bathroom. It was &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read over manuscript on my own--may use sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-6519384839399619780?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6519384839399619780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-february-1-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6519384839399619780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/6519384839399619780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-february-1-1895.html' title='Thursday February 1, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-8207819326805777226</id><published>2009-03-25T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:29:35.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 31, 1895</title><content type='html'>Frosty early. Cleared and warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful winter day. Mrs. Job W. invited Mrs. Waite, Mrs. Allen and myself for a sleighride. It was splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sleighing party--Wethersfield School to visit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children had their sleds this noon. Am feeling much better in every way. There is "peace" for God will guide me in all things. Had chicken for dinner--with &lt;u&gt;gravy&lt;/u&gt;! Sewed on my nightdress. Mrs. W. F. Jones called on me while I was riding. It was my second call from the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-8207819326805777226?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8207819326805777226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-january-31-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8207819326805777226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/8207819326805777226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-january-31-1895.html' title='Thursday January 31, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-3203310741235677945</id><published>2009-03-24T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:48:00.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 30, 1895</title><content type='html'>Foggy &amp; very cold, cleared this p.m. &amp; warmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Williams gave me a few of the flowers from the Chinese tea. They are very pretty. Had a letter containing some knit edge from Mrs. Humphrey of South Norfolk. She was very kind to think of me and will always like the apron. Have written her a letter. Went to the Park Drug Store after shop tonight as it cleared &amp; was warmer. Have not been outside for nearly two weeks before, but wanted my medicine. Have not been as hungry for a few days. Mary Dennis will go home tomorrow as her mother is dying. Boys worked well. Am feeling better today. A school came to visit us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-3203310741235677945?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3203310741235677945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-january-30-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3203310741235677945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/3203310741235677945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-january-30-1895.html' title='Wednesday January 30, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2625902885806373199</id><published>2009-03-23T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:57:02.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 29, 1895</title><content type='html'>Snowed until noon, clear &amp; pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous or something. It seems as if the children would drive one wild, some of them, and the talking in the sitting room too, so I have come to bed a little after 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a letter from Leila telling of a good Y.P.S.C.E meeting on Sunday. And one from Anna she is pleased with the homburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cross ever since I got the boys ready for school but I have tried so hard not to be. Cleaned my hair this afternoon, had a long nap before tea. My cold is better, but I am so tired--Miss Hammond has a party tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2625902885806373199?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2625902885806373199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-january-29-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2625902885806373199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2625902885806373199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-january-29-1895.html' title='Tuesday January 29, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5144907787097767902</id><published>2009-03-22T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:43:00.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 28, 1895</title><content type='html'>Pleasant and cold. Clouding up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day full of restlessness, but partly due to wakefulness in the night, caused by coughing. I have thought &amp; prayed much for George--And there been fretted by the children. How consistant! But I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; "overcome" some of the fretting. Received a note from Leila, she has found out the fraud in the "Chain letters"--I have written her a long letter tonight. Had a short nap this morning and another p.m. The Pearl St. Church Chinese give their social to the teachers this evening. Am feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5144907787097767902?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5144907787097767902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-january-28-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5144907787097767902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5144907787097767902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-january-28-1895.html' title='Monday January 28, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-7839786471719007171</id><published>2009-03-21T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:30:18.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 26, 1895</title><content type='html'>Beautifully cold &amp; windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been to church for fear of getting more cold. Read and had a little nap this morning. I could not  help feeling Mr. McCord's words might help some today and I prayed that they might also for George and have written him a very long letter. I feel content for I think he must find Christ soon. My head has ached some tho I don't see why. But I will retire soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George's birthday isn't until Oct. 3rd. He knew mine all the time &amp; wanted to send me something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-7839786471719007171?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7839786471719007171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-january-26-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7839786471719007171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/7839786471719007171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-january-26-1895.html' title='Sunday January 26, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-4339033951212719551</id><published>2009-03-20T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:44:00.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 26, 1895</title><content type='html'>Stormy (snow--rain) cleared this p.m. growing colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold made me feel about sick, but my quiet afternoon has done me good. Have sewed on my night-dress &amp; knit a little on my slippers. Received a long letter from George and my thoughts have turned to Will Reed. The letter Leeila enclosed asking for ten stamps to help a cripple lady is proven to be a fraud. I shall write Leeila about it. Debby Marshall came this afternoon, will try studying. Miss Noyes has a party for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-4339033951212719551?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4339033951212719551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-january-26-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4339033951212719551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/4339033951212719551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-january-26-1895.html' title='Saturday January 26, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-5823039155193382807</id><published>2009-03-19T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:38:20.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday January 25, 1895</title><content type='html'>Clear &amp; cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bath night. The children are so much better now than either year before. Mr. Newman had another fit tonight just before tea. Cut out a heavy night dress, finished a handkerchief, &amp; begun some slippers, beside other work so think I have done well.Was sick in the night--pain in my side, but have felt better today than any day before since Tuesday. Took more cold yesterday and cough more. The children had their sleds again today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-5823039155193382807?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5823039155193382807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-january-25-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5823039155193382807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/5823039155193382807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-january-25-1895.html' title='Friday January 25, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2728655170570474181</id><published>2009-03-18T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:58:59.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 24, 1895</title><content type='html'>Clear and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children have enjoyed their sleds again. Mr. Morey's eyes are better so he will watch tonight My wrapper is done and hung up and it is a relief. Miss Glass went down &amp; had a tooth out this p.m. Her sister came over this evening. My head &amp; heart felt badly all the morning. Took a nap before differ, felt better late in the day. Had a letter from Lila. Her aunt ants her to make her home with her in York state. The children have been good. Nellie Sullivan did an errand up town for me and lost the change 50 cents. She felt very badly &amp; wants to pay it but I won't let her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2728655170570474181?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2728655170570474181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-january-24-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2728655170570474181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2728655170570474181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-january-24-1895.html' title='Thursday January 24, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-2306699596714632303</id><published>2009-03-17T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:06:00.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 23, 1895</title><content type='html'>Another lovely winter day, some clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel better than yesterday but took a nap this A.M. before going to the shop. Think it was the medicine which effected me. Mr. Comstock, Miss Noyes and I played "words" until 9:30 p.m. I beat. We had a very nice time. Sewed a little this afternoon. The children have been good, had their sleds today. It is very nice sledding. Miss Glass had a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys moved the snow image over to their fort. Mr. Holt is to watch tonight. Smith brought me two splendid oranges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-2306699596714632303?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2306699596714632303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-january-23-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2306699596714632303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/2306699596714632303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-january-23-1895.html' title='Wednesday January 23, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2631722603971942586.post-1468178374069014925</id><published>2009-03-16T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:14:00.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 22, 1895</title><content type='html'>A lovely spring-like day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada &amp; Burt came in to the organ recital, and stayed to the opera house. They came up to see me &amp; invited me to go with them but could not. Now they are gone I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coughed nearly all night and so have felt wretchedly to-day. My heart &amp; head--lay down all the afternoon &amp; now feel better. Mrs. Williams said I have been withdrawn from the  Y.P.S.C.E. at last. Mr. Chas. Prentice died last night. Mr. Love is better. Had a letter from Mrs. Atwell. The boys made a snow image and named it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Editor's note: Y.P.S.C.E. is likely the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_People%27s_Society_of_Christian_Endeavour"&gt;"Young People's Society of Christian Endeavor"&lt;/a&gt; I have no information as to why Helen Webster would have withdrawn from the organization.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2631722603971942586-1468178374069014925?l=1895diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1468178374069014925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-january-22-1895.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1468178374069014925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2631722603971942586/posts/default/1468178374069014925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1895diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-january-22-1895.html' title='Tuesday January 22, 1895'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11057141977192915700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
