Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Friday, February 24, 2012

Isabel's Journal: 4-20-16 to 5-31-16

April 20, 1916
Today is Abbey’s birthday!  She is turning twelve.  Abbey’s Ma is baking her a cake, and Abbey’s Da has gotten her a cat he found at the dock! She was trying to steal the fish he was catching.  Abbey named her Graypaw, for she is a light gray with gray stripes down her tail.  Abbey’s Ma says that we may be able to keep her, if her Da will sneak home a fish for her to eat, and if we can provide a cup of milk and cream that she can drink each day.  We all adore her, and Abbey and I shall keep her and clean up her messes. Ma is making a mess spot, and curling a blanket on my bed as a nest for her at night.  He mews, and meows, and purrs, and he is the most darling thing I shall ever see!  I believe Ivyheart is starting to feel jealous of all the attention that is being given to Graypaw.

April 25, 1916

The days are getting warmer, and our tenement is steamy and humid because of the warm in between weather.  Abbey’s Da says that during the summer, the farmers crops will be plentiful so there will be so much produce, no one could possibly buy it all!  Abbey’s Grandpapa needs all of the nutrition he can get to keep him alive and healthy.  Over the winter, there was a long, five day blizzard, and her Ma had to get a wheat grinder to make sure we had enough bread for all of us.  Someone had to constantly turn the little handle to make enough wheat for a loaf of bread.  I got tired of being cooped in our small tenement.  Da insists that in a couple weeks Mattias will sell newspapers to earn a little more money, for we will all need new summer clothes. I am also earning more money, so I have already bought a necklace, a little treasure box, where I hid a new pair of earrings, a black shawl, and a new book: The People Handbook Series.


May 4, 1916

There is less and less time to write in my journal, for school has began in earnest.  I spend most of my days working and doing homework.  I work very hard at school, and even my teacher has to admit that I am the best in the class.  It is already 9:00, so I must get to bed now.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Isabel's Journal: 1-21-16 to 4-20-16

January 21, 1916

I feel cold .  I have caught a fever.  I hope I get better soon.  I cannot write m...

January 23, 1916

My fever has passed.  I am grateful.  Abbey has visited me, but I can only vaguely remember.  I must rest now.  Da will not let me write more.

January 30, 1916


Today was the first day of school!  The teacher walks up and down the aisles with a ruler, and if a child is fidgety, talking, or not paying attention, she slaps the ruler on your hand to make you pay attention.
I don’t think this is right, but I do not want to argue with the teacher.
February 2, 1916

Nothing worthy of writing has happened in our tenement.  Abbey has made a few more trips to Janah Seams for material to make a new hat for  Mattias, her brother, and I.  Issac, her other brother, went and bought a hat with his newspaper money.  Abbey is also buying material to make a pair of dresses for us. She will use the excess material as ribbons to tie our hair up.  ‘Tis very cold, and our lousy tenement shows the bad state ‘tis in.  Abbey’s Ma is trying to keep us children warm at night, but ‘tis very hard.  I hope we shall not freeze to death!  I shall write a letter to Ma.
April 15, 1916

I know it has been almost three months from when I last wrote in my journal, and this is it’s sad story:  Janah Seams has many customers, as I have mentioned before.  Lillian, Ivy, the other weavers, and I have served customer after customer.  Lillian plopped a huge pile of work right on top of my diary, and I did not notice.  It was not until I finished all of the work did I find my poor journal.  Even then, Lillian put some more work on my journal, but I noticed that time.  I have truly spent a lot of time looking for my journal, but I never found it.  I must write more in my journal now, to fill in for the lost days.