I have to admit that the last entry made me feel a twinge of guilt about doing this little project - but her concern elicited sympathy and understanding (from me anyway) and I didn't see anything she needed to be embarrassed about. Like I said earlier, her mother had passed, her grandmother was getting up there in years, and she had to pick up a lot of the slack. I can't blame her for wanting a way out every now and then.
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I refrain most of the time from
wrighting about the little troubles and difficulties, I have to meet with all
along. But it seems to me they are many. Life is such a struggle it seems like
some times. And then things you work so hard at and are so anxious about are so
often failures. It is sure hard on a girl to keep things straight at home when
she is the only on to do. When I came home they had been moved to the community
where Papa and I were going to teach school; several days and the house is just
an old thing with three rooms and not sealed over head. The rooms had been
papered with news paper and they were soiled and torn up badly but this was the
only house vacant. Well there hadn’t been any body to straighten things up much
after moving, as Grandma wasn’t able and Papa was studying for examination and
didn’t have time. So the rooms were to paper and scour and the pictures to put
up, books to unpack and arrange in the bookcase and straightening generally to
do. Well I’ve been at work the hardest kind for about two weeks, and am about
to get things looking decent at least. (Dec 12, 1910 )
I spent my first day in the
school room teaching Jan 2,
1911 . I’ll not forget soon. how cold it was that day either, I
had been looking forward to the time when I could begin teaching for quite a
while. I have had a very nice time so far, as I haven’t had the least bit of
trouble. But teaching is sure tiresome. I have enrolled 31 up to date. (Jan 14, 1911 )
Today is the first day of Feb. I
made our my first monthly report and as teachers have to swear to their reports
Papa and I went down to the <P.G.> with them this evening and was sworn.
That was the first time ever was sworn
about anything. That finished up my first months teaching.
We’ve been reading a continued story
(not a love story) in the “Youth’s Companion” and we got the paper that
continued the last chapter of it today. The title of the story was “Five Miles
Out,” and it sure was fine. Papa enjoyed it as much as we did. He read the last
chapter aloud this evening the first thing he did when he got back from school.
He very often reads the continued stories in the Youth Companion and he always
enjoys them as they are usually fine. This last on thoe I believe is the best
we have had. (Feb 1, 1911 )
To day was such a lovely day; the
birds have been singing, the sunshine is so warm and every thing seems to say
Spring has come. Our co superintendent was at our school to day and he made the
pupils a nice talk. In the evening I had the exam for the fourth grade and that
sure is tiresome on a teacher. I came home almost too tired to move. I’m always
glad when Fri evening comes for that means too days of rest. Or at least it
means too days out of the school room but I usually have enough work at home to
do to keep me busy. (March 3,
1911 )
I have hung another picture in the
picture gallery of my mind, and have enrolled another name to my list of
“Fellows” or Sweet Hearts which ever you would rather call it. The name is
Homer Ross. He is just a boy two years my junior. He is only 18 years old. He
is a little taller than myself, has light hair, gray eyes and is light
complected. Homer is the first by to go with me younger than myself. He has
been with me every Sunday for the last three Sunday’s. Last Sunday he tried to
get me to kiss him good bye and said he wouldn’t have a girl who wouldn’t kiss
him before they married. He kept begging me to kiss him and finally he said
“Well if you don’t think enough of me to kiss me good bye, we had as well
quit,” and I told him alright. He talked on a while and then said, “no I don’t
want you to kiss me now, I was just trying you to see if you would.” I’ve had
boys try to get me to kiss them good bye “To prove my love” but I don’t prove
my love that way. We went to Turkey Creek yesterday evening to singing and had
a very nice time but when we got home they were just coming out of the dining
room and we had missed our supper but we went in and ate some any way and when
we got through I washed the dishes and he dried them. (April 10, 1911 )
I guess I’m supposed to tell this
old diary every thing that happens in my life, of any importance but often I’m
just a little bashful, for fear some one else will know it besides my dear old
diary some time.
Occasionally when some thing comes
up at home that I don’t like (I don’t mean just any little thing) I will (to
myself) declare I will marry the next chance I get. Well one of those
times came when a while back when Papa mentioned his intentions of moving back
to DeLeon soon. That was on Saturday and I thought to my self; “I’ll marry the
next chance I get and quit moving so much.”
The next day one of my fellows came
to see me and actually proposed to me. So I told myself; “Now here is
your chance if you want to marry and try a new life.” but I was over my
vexation of the day before and couldn’t think of marrying then. And that’s the way
I usually am (April 1911)
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