English 2330  [Fall  2010]
 


Colonial Diary & Journal Entries

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From the Diary of Georgia Purewater

September 2, year unknown
I rose at dawn to eat break fast and perform the daily hygiene duties. I proceeded down the stairs from the loft and read from my Father’s bible. He says it’s good for women to read the bible. The rest of the day was filled with mundane things which I will not belabor myself in listing. It is only now, after everyone has gone to sleep that I have found the time to scratch down these few lines.

September 4
Today was very much the same as yesterday. Not much to report. So naturally I woke up around 8:00 am. I am envious of those who can sleep until noon. My father had cooked up some eggs, hash browns, and bacon. I would not dare tell any one who lives in town this, he would be much looked down upon. However, he does it to give mother a treat.
This afternoon I went for a walk through the pastures. I could feel the love of the Lord just as surely as I felt the warmth of the sun.

September 5
After arising this morning I found myself in for a treat: coffee. The aroma was rising up from the fire this morning into my loft. I must admit it sped up my morning chores. After break fast we went to Church and listen to a sermon by Cotton Mathers. The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting with the rest of the family reading passages out of the bible—Father loves the Book of Matthew.

September 6
Today was another beautiful day. It’s starting to get a little cooler and the leaves will soon be turning their autumn shades. I see the reflection of the Lord’s Glory everywhere during the fall. 


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From the Diary of Samuel Sewall

September 9th 2010

This morning I went to philosophy class. Twas very long and boring. The professor discussed his Inclination that predestination is possible. This day George Burrough, John Willard, John Procter, Martha Carrier and George Jacobs were excused from class for being two Minutes late; they were innocent as professor's clock was three minutes fast. My house is three and a half blocks from the building. After class, I prayd that God would pardon all of mankind and the sin and Temptation mankind faces. I am sure He will help defend against these; may He help UGA defeat south carolina this coming weekend. I well sett apart the day for prayer and fasting.


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From the Diary of Catherine Worthing (1688-1794)

September 8, 1704

    Another day has passed, and I now sit down to write. I do not know for what amount of Time this practice shall continue. Since I celebrated my sixteenth Birthday in July, Father has continually spoken of little else than my marriage; however, I fail to see any Developments that will meet both Father’s and my approval. Not that I should even consider my approval entirely neccessarie, it is Improper for a girl to have a List of Expectations. Beyond his being Puritan, not only in name but in practice, and Educated to a fairly high degree, I can expect nothing. Father sees a few men meeting these descriptions, but I would rather wait for someone who has true affection for me. When I questioned Mother about the subject, she only encouraged me to be open minded, and assured me affection can develope over time. However, I have already gone on too long about this petty subject. I do hope the Family does not stumble upon this journal, for I will be rather Embarrassed.

    I am finding myself to be increasingly tired as the days go on. While I do remain at home, Mother and Father expect many tasks from me. Presumably this is in preparation for my Long Days as a mother myself. I often reflect on my younger years and wish Circumstances would return to their previous state. When I was younger, I was allowed to attend a school that Mrs. Mott held in her home. She instructed many of the young women in this town in the subjects of reading, writing, and even some mathematics. When there was some disgruntlement about this, she explained that women needed the instruction in reading so they could read the Bible for themselves, they needed instruction in writing so that they could properly correspond with family members and friends who had moved away from our settlement, and finally that mathematics were needed to help manage the affairs of their home. While the latter Opinion is one of Great Controversy in the community, the town elders agreed to let her continue teaching, so long as she also included instruction in cooking and needlework. Now this caused her school session to last the Majority of the day, and many families then became concerned that girls were not fulfilling their Duties to their family. Therefore, all girls had to be removed from instruction by the age of fourteen. I much preferred that to my days since then. Now I am responsible for helping Mother cook, clean our home, make certain the younger children are cared for, and help Father with any chores he sees fit for me to do. I now look forward to helping the little ones with their studies because it provides a pause from my other Duties. There is hardly any time for me to think my own Thoughts, let alone write before everyone goes to bed.

    I have complained far too much. I do not think my Demeanor of late is very pleasing to God. I do not say this in a mocking manner, for I do find Relief in my study of the Scriptures. I know that I think far too highly of myself, keeping this Journal, and wishing for more time to do my own bidding is Evidence. In fact, it may be as Great a sin as someone who is a thief. Only my thievery is done in the depths of my Heart, and against God, rather than in the streets and against a fellow man. I wish for improvement in this matter, I have already used enough Grace as it is. I can only live every day attempting to do better by my Maker. That is all for Today. Tomorrow I am going to quilting circle to help Mrs. Smith prepare for the arrival of her new child. It will be a nice shift in Scenery.

Until Tomorrow,
Catherine


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The Secret Diary of Lonely Byrd

January 1712

1. Today I  rose about 7’oclock. I went to the kitchen to make sure the housemaid had prepared breakfast. I did not want her to tempt my husband into beating her and I rather like her. Unlike that negro slave Sue who just birthed a mullato slave…When my husband and children rose I ordered the servant to place the pancakes and boiled milk on the table. Before we ate, we said our prayers. When the kids were with their tutors and my husband was studying his Greek and Latin, I did my calisthenics then read my Bible until my husband rogered me. When the children were done with the tutor, we sat down for supper. That negro slave made us bolied beef that I whipped her for because it was not hot enough. I tried to tempt my husband so that I could get her banished from the house, but he gave me an abundance of bad words, so I just turned passive yet again. That night I said my prayers. Hoping that someone would come and take that horribly vile negro Sue  away. I was awaked when my husband wanted to roger.

2. Today I rose about 8’oclock. I did not have to wake the children because it was a Saturday. When I was in the kitchen I saw the negro Sue and ordered her to make me a cup of tea immediately. When she made the tea too sweet, I gave her an abundance of bad words and ordered the overseer to whip her. The noise caused my husband to rise and he was displeased and went for a long walk on the plantation. When he returned, he had good humor. It worried me because I believe that he may have rogered that vile negro…in my prayers that night, I prayed that she go away. My husband did not roger me that night.  

3. Today I rose because my husband was tempted. After the rogering, I went to the kitchen and made him some boiled milk. When he was finished, he left with  Mr. L-s-n  to find a new overseer for Mr. L-s-n’s plantation.  I ordered the negro Sue to clean the entire house and to not stop until finished not even for her baby. If she did I ordered the overseer to whip her. With that order of business done, the children and I went to church. The horses were really slow today, I think that they could sense the coming storm. When my husband returned tonight, we rogered. I could not sleep so I wrote this poem:

This poem is not really great art
 I love them all with my entire heart
All of the demands and wants and need
I complete them without heed
Forgive, for I am just a woman,
But from him I do need some thing
No more adultery is my only desire
It burns me like fire
But, he is my husband.

I didn’t finish the poem because my husband was tempted to roger.


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From the Journal of Dorcas Hoar 

Wednesday, April 14th, 1702

     Wee planted today, in the early morning, as the sun was warming the earth.  Our hopes are that these crops continue to sustain, and that with that hope we prayed at the end of the planting, asking Thee Lord for blessings and to protect our crops.  Several of the natives helped among the fields with the sowing.  They accompany us in the toil in exchange for a share of the crops when they come forth in fruition.  We hope that the last frost is behind us in our dayes, yet we can never be sure without consult from the natives, for they declare the time to plant with much certainty, and we have little choice but as yet to trust in their knowledge and the Lord’s grace.  

     Our planting accompl’shed we walked along the way to the Reverand Mather’s cottage to bring him some bread, for his small parrish within the Olde North Church keeps his seven children oft with hunger.  The bread was made by my own hands, which oft strive to keep idleness at bay.  Oft I long to rest them but oft I am asked to provide by cooking and mending, tending to the chickens and working the soil.  Oft my back aches and I long to rest idly by, yet the Lord seeth this idleness in my spirit and has bade me with his Holy Word to continue to toil along.  He hath taught that idle hands are the devil’s bidding and thus I must make haste with my work.  The Reverand Mather approves of this ethick and doest applaud the baked bread I made for him and his young children.  Yet I secretly believe that he suspects my tiring spirit and perhaps is aware of my longing for the Sabbath, a day when I am able to rest.

     The day wound down after the visit and the walk home.  My sister and I preparing tea for our father who also feels the tiredness of the day as I do.  We read passages from Proverbs and turned in, ready to continue planting in the morning.  Thankful for all that was accomp’lished.


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From the Personal Diary of Ms. Molly Hart

16 d. 9 m. 1702.
The chill of Winter is beginning to settle in with us here. I woke before the Rooster's crow this morning to milk Agnes, and as I walked to the barn, took notice that the grass had frozen, and crystals of ice clung to my shoes. I reflected on the beauty of God's delicate design and studied the breaking sun that Shone off the quickly melting frost. I felt glad in my heart to be a part of that self-same great Design.

Mother set me to churning butter for the remainder of the Morning, and my arms are still sore so that it's difficult even now to hold aloft my Quill. But Mother baked a loaf of bread to have with dinner, and the fresh butter did make it a rare treat. Even Father remarked upon't, so that my face flushed with happiness--it was the first I'd tried at churning the butter Myself.

28 d. 9 m. 1702.
Mother says I must keep to this diary religiously, as it is an important tool in my reading and written skill. She hopes soon I will be able read aloud easily the evening scriptures to the family, so she may sit near the fire with Father and listen, when he is home. I think also her eyes must strain to read the words now, as her stiff hands struggle with the knitting and mending. I have taken on the better share of that chore also. I hardly know where she thinks I store spare time for diary-keeping.

1 d. 10 m. 1702.
The first day of December greets us with a heavy blanket of snow. Mary and I finished our chores early and walked through the Orchard to the Goodberry's pond, which had frozen enough after a day of snow that we could slide across it in our shoes. We spent a merry hour this way and only hobbled home, our toes frozen stiff, when the sun had sunk and the sky was fading quickly from white to dark grey. We recieved quite a harsh scolding from Father when we came in after Dark, but were almost too cheerful to notice.

2 d. 12 m. 1702.
I have of late been courted by the son of Preacher Adamms, name of Matthew. He calls at our farm at least once in a week, but this week he has called twice already and it is only Friday. We sit in the main room by the fire and read aloud to one another from the Bible, and Mother allows me to leave my chores in order to see Him. Oft he stays for dinner, and he and Father have many long, Passion'd discussions about the Scripture, as well as his education a t Harvard college, where he studied the Law. Father seems actually quite Impressed with him, and often reminds me now to wash my face or comb my hair. He has already gone to Preacher Adamm's house, the evening of this past Monday, escorting Matthew home and staying for quite some time after it had grown dark.

4 d. 3 m. 1703.
Matthew and I will wed within the Month. My heart is full of joy, but at times I admit I feel the heavy weight of fear. Mary says she is happy, but talks very little with me over Wedding plans, and I fear a large burden has passed to her which she bears somewhat unwillingly. Mary is not always able to turn her thoughts to God and duty, though I have few harsh words for her--I fret to admit that I, too, suffer from that affliction at times when my burden seems especially great. I am, however, more capable of casting away my Sinful thoughts. Mary is but a child still, and allows Sinful thoughts to preoccupy her to the point of danger, I believe. I worry for her far more than I worry for myself. I look forward to my future now, the wife of a Lawyer, a man borne and raised Righteously, at the hand of a true Servant of the Lord. Mary, I fear, will spend many more years helping mother 'bout the farm, and I fret for her. I know she is a Dutiful daughter and Christian, but she has a Fiery mind and like temper. I hope these things won't hinder her in her Life.


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Journal of Trials and Joys of Misses Anne Grace Miller

Thorsday, Jany. 7, 1694.   I prayd that my children could grow old and healthy – Little John and Prudence had spent many hours playing with Mary, who has now contracted spots and a hot forehead. My dear Johnathon Miller gets home from his travels tomorrow, I have missed his company very much. He wrote a letter to me about his purchase of a Wigg, I shall be thrilled to see him wear it.

Monday, Jany. 18, 1694.  Master Miller informed the family today that we are moving from Boston. He would like to be a part of a new church located outside of Salem. Also, we had to fire the maid today. It has come to our attention that she has been stealing from the pantry. I tried to turn the other cheek but I have children to feed.

Sabbath, February 14th .  Prudence has been acting very troublesome lately. I prayd that The Devil releases her soul so she may live a righteous and pure life. Also, I believe I may be with child – we can afford to have three children but it would be awfull if I were to fall ill like so many of our neighbors have.

Tuesday, February 23, 1694.  Master Miller and I have begun to prepare for a new born in the house. We have sent for a new maid to tend to the other children while I am with child. Prudence and Little John have begun more rigorous schooling. They are to read one chapter of the Psalms every night before bed – it should improve their mind and spirite.

April 13, 1694.  “If we confesse our sinnes, hee is faithfull, and just to forgiue vs our sinnes, and to cleanse vs from all vnrighteousnesse.”  I do enjoy reading though I John…the Lord’s Word is so beautiful. I prayd that my sins of gossipe and complaints will be forgiven.

Friday, April 30.  The Lord giveth and taketh away…I fear that I am no longer with child. I am still confined to the bed due to health issues so I have been extremely grateful for the Help. Correa fixes dinner and cleans up after the children and has even been reading the Bible to me when I am unable to sleep. She is a virtuous woman. Master Miller brought me a handful of flowers to sit by my bedside table – bringing in the beautiful earth.


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The Journal of Elijah Townsend 

June the 20th, 1720

    Today marks the tenth day without a single catch. I have cast my nets in all of the best spots, followed the signs of the weather and current, and yet no luck hath found me. I have taken it upon myself to pray daily for relief from our most holy father. I fear lest it should be fault of mine that keeps me in so dire a situation. My wife assures me that this is not so. She is so dear to me, and her words are most welcome. O God! Relieve me, a poor sinner!

June the 22nd, 1720

    Not the sight of a single fish. The men who used to help me pull in the nets are leaving for more assured work. I cannot blame them, and they assure me that they will return when the fish do. I have decided to pray twice as often and have also asked the pastor for advice. He says that this plight is in the hands of our God, and that his hand alone may change my circumstance. He suggests that I keep up my regiment of prayer. The dog was sick today with a terrible shaking, but it passed in time and he seems none the worse. The wife is working doubly hard and her house duties. God bless her for a saint. Old Jim sent us dinner from his missus. I must remember to repay him when times are better. Again I pray relief of my condition.

June 25th, 1720

    At last! Today the nets that had for so long been empty came up with fish a plenty. The good Lord hath forgiven me! I am reminded of the great disciples, whom could find no fish till Jesus Christ pointed their course. I sang praises to the skies for an hour with many tears and much laughter. My wife is in good humor and states that she never doubted. I have sent an errand boy to take the best fish to Old Jim in payment for his previous generosity. I have sold the rest on market for a good price. I will send one tenth to the church in thanks to our Lord. May this blessing continue! God be praised!


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The Diary of James Smith, Judge
 
December, 1705
I rose out of my slumber about 5 o’clock with a bade dreame.  I had a terrible visione of life without foud.  And not feeding my children.  Or providing four my family.  It frightened me so.  I arose and walked to my table where here by candle light I am trying to wash away all those bad thoughts.  I read a chapter from Matthew and said my prayers.  Then I sat in silence while I thought of my day coming swiftly.  The candlelight was the only light in my room.  I beat the sun this morning.  I walked through the garden on the land and saw the great foods growing.  I was thankful more than usual for the great feast before me and my children.  I said an extra prayer of thanksgiving to God Almighty this cold, New England night.  I had many blessings. Then slumbered on into the night.
 
January, 1705
I rose out of my slumber about 7 o’clock.  My wife had gone to bed after me laste night because I was quite ill with a horrible pounding of the heade.  Thank God Almighty I have woken up paine free.  I read from the book of Luke. Then said my prayers to God Almighty thanking him for my family and the well being of my children and the good attitudes of my wife.  God Almighty blessed me so.  I received a visitor from town.  A Mr. Tommy Tinkterton.  He was a polite young fellow who was rather eager to speak with me.  I boiled some milk and we sad to the table.  His inquiry was of the courtship of my eldest daughter Louise.  Thank God Almighty such a kind, young lad wants her hand.  Such a blessing to have a fellow of good morals and kind deeds.  We sat and ate our breakfast then I proceeded into town to judge a local case on adultery.  Today my job was rather hard as my mind was elsewhere.  But God granted me the strength to make wise decisions in court.  I danced home – I was so happye for Louise.  In bed I prayed that night thanking God Almight for the blessings he besieged me.  Thank you God.  Then I slumbered on into the night.

February, 1705

I rose out of my slumber about 6 o’clock.  I sat downe and hade my prayers and thanked God for another day to Glorify Him.  I read through the book of Acts.  I journeyed down to the kitchen and boiled some milk after I praised God for the Glorious sunrise.   At the court house I received notice that a circuit preacher was coming to town and services would convene soone.  What Glorious times!  I thanked God for the soon opportunity to hear a most acclaimed man.  My wife was over joyed and insisted that he stay at our house.  We sent notice to the kind, young man and he was obliged our request.  I walked about the land to see as far as the could see.  I observed faithfully the movement of the land – where it bends and how the trees met the horizon over the fields.  I sat by the creek in solitude praising God Almighty for the many blessings that He granted me.  On the rock God gave me peace.  That night, I entered my chamber and said my prayers.  Praising God for my wife and children.  Then I slumbered on into the night.


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The Diary of James Smith, Judge
 
December, 1705
 
I rose out of my slumber about 5 o’clock with a bade dreame.  I had a terrible visione of life without foud.  And not feeding my children.  Or providing four my family.  It frightened me so.  I arose and walked to my table where here by candle light I am trying to wash away all those bad thoughts.  I read a chapter from Matthew and said my prayers.  Then I sat in silence while I thought of my day coming swiftly.  The candlelight was the only light in my room.  I beat the sun this morning.  I walked through the garden on the land and saw the great foods growing.  I was thankful more than usual for the great feast before me and my children.  I said an extra prayer of thanksgiving to God Almighty this cold, New England night.  I had many blessings. Then slumbered on into the night.
 
January, 1705
I rose out of my slumber about 7 o’clock.  My wife had gone to bed after me laste night because I was quite ill with a horrible pounding of the heade.  Thank God Almighty I have woken up paine free.  I read from the book of Luke. Then said my prayers to God Almighty thanking him for my family and the well being of my children and the good attitudes of my wife.  God Almighty blessed me so.  I received a visitor from town.  A Mr. Tommy Tinkterton.  He was a polite young fellow who was rather eager to speak with me.  I boiled some milk and we sad to the table.  His inquiry was of the courtship of my eldest daughter Louise.  Thank God Almighty such a kind, young lad wants her hand.  Such a blessing to have a fellow of good morals and kind deeds.  We sat and ate our breakfast then I proceeded into town to judge a local case on adultery.  Today my job was rather hard as my mind was elsewhere.  But God granted me the strength to make wise decisions in court.  I danced home – I was so happye for Louise.  In bed I prayed that night thanking God Almight for the blessings he besieged me.  Thank you God.  Then I slumbered on into the night.


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From the Most Private Desk of Mrs. Josephine Pittman 

September 9, 1770

Our Dearest Mathis has just Arrived for a Lengthy and Long-awaited visit. It is Solely by the Generous Grace of our Most Holy Lord that his Journey was Completed without Utter Catastrophe, unlike Most of his Recent Endeavours. My Beloved Husband John and I Must Admit that we have Never Understood why our Son felt need to Leave our Lovely Colony of Massachusetts for the Humid, Sinful Abyss that is his “Virginia.” Speaking Quite Frankly, as I Rarely Give myself Allowance to do, I Blame Elizabeth, or “Betsy,” as she would have one Call her. This Ms. Betsy, my Mathias’ Mrs., if you can Believe such an Atrocity, is, Simply put, the Least Pious Young Woman I have Ever Met. A True Southerner, she Expects Others to Labour and Toil for her, while she Relaxes and Gossips with her Hand-Maidens. And if this Lethargy isn’t Enough of an Impetus for one’s Revulsion on its own, Perhaps it would Serve to Mention that she does not Limit those who Wait on her to the Negroes; She Expects the Same Servitude from my Mathias! My Only Son now Spends his Days Carting Tubs of Hot Water to and from Ms. Betsy’s Room, so as to Keep her Feet from Swelling. On the Rare Occasion that the Spoiled Spouse has no Problem with the Temperature of her Toes, Mathias must Fan the Rest of her Bulbous Body until he himself is Sweating from Exertion. She has Kept my Mathis from Massachusetts for Seven, Long Years. And Even Now, he is Unable to Enjoy his True Home due to the Constant Encumbrance of their Five, Heathenous Children. Even with the Aid of Three Negroe Nurses, my – Dare I Call them as such – Grandchildren are, at Best, a Cyclone of Sickness – their Noses Need Constant Attention – and, at Worst, I fear, Possessed by Lucifer himself. And to Think that Elizabeth is With Child Yet Again! I do not Readily Regret Suggesting that she Spend this Sixth Pregnancy in our Cooler Climate, because having Mathias in my Home Again is Surely Worth the Burden of his Offspring. But, I do Regret ever Consenting to a Union Between the Gentleman that is my Mathias and the Surly Sow that is his Wife.


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From the Diary of Rebecca Brighton 

Thursday, September 9th
This morning, after my husband had departed and my children were  clothed and finished eating their meal, I completed my morning prayers.

As I prayed, I felt my Heart beating heavily for the Lord, our God Almighty. O, how my Spirit longs  to gaze upon His presence. My starving Spirit longs to escape this pitiful Flesh and join him up Above, in the Highest of Highest Places. My Heart leaps and beats for the Lord, for his Grace. I pray that he will Touch my Soul and my Spirit, and pry Open my eyes, welded closed.

When I think of my Salvation and the Mercy of the Lord, our God Almighty, my heart feels as though it is dancing upon Brightened pastures and singing songs of Glory. All I can do is dance and bow before this Everlasting to Everlasting   and rejoice in the Love he has shone upon my lowly soul.

Here on this Earth, I am but a babe craving pure spiritual milk, hoping to grow in my Salvation   before the Lord. When I am Blessed enough to suckle his milk, I proclaim: The Lord is Good, the Lord is Good! My Heart pounds for this Truth and jumps for this Joy. My weary Soul sings for the Greatness of my God. My Humble body bows before his Holiness.

In the night and in the day, I remember his Holy Name, that I may keep his Law and obey his Word.*  I read his Word and long to hear the voice of such a Glory. My aching Heart begs to be nearer whilst my Soul burns for this Love. How may I receive an Amazing Love such as This, O Holy God? I am not Deserving of your Mighty Grace. My dried lips are not Worthy to speak your Name nor are my Failing hands enough to bring you Praise. I am nothing, while my Lord Almighty is Everything. How may I bring praise to he who gathers the waters of the sea as into a heap?*

These are the Pleas my sorry Soul burns with. I lay up his Words into my undeserving Heart in hopes that I might someday be restored, as his Word says.*  Today I proclaim the Love and Glory of our Lord, God Almighty. I shall sing my song of Praise and my Soul shall dance in Worship of his Pure Name. My lowly Life on this Earth shall never compare to his Graciousness. His Mercy upon my wretched and tired Soul is more than for which I could ever ask.

My Heart cries out Thanks to you, O Almighty Lord, and my Soul sings praises to your Name again and again. Songs of Glory will never be enough to fulfill this Great Love, yet I shall continue day by day to burn with love and obedience towards my righteous and Amazing Lord in heaven Above.

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Psalm 90:2, Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

Peter 2:2-3, Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. (TNIV)

Psalm 119: 55, In the night, Lord, I remember your name, that I may keep your law.


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Journal by Abitha Charity Roberts of Williamsburg (Fall 1692) 

September 9, 1692
Father requested that following the coming of the first frost I leave school to pursue my faith in depth greater than before.  Knowing not to question his authority (as men know best in all matters), I spurned sissy for the continuation of her prying questions.  What I told her not t’was the exchange I o’erheard yesterday evening when he spoke plainly to mama that educating a girl is “dangerous during times like these”.  Questioning his knowledge would be fool-hardy indeed, thus I must join the other women in the coming winter. Darning socks and reading texts of faith seems dreadful indeed but I know better than to question father who is most knowledgeable though past a few drinks his temper becomes most loathsome indeed.  

October 2, 1692
Today they hung Smith Worthington’s wife at the square while the sun shone directly overheard.  Sissy and I watched from behind the butcher’s shop lest an acquaintance of Father oversee our rule-breaking.  The wind carried away the voices of the crowd yet it seems evident that she was convicted of witchcraft.  T’was dangerous indeed to hide our bodies from view since we looked most suspicious indeed.  However if discovered obligation would hold father to punish us most viciously. He and the other father’s deemed it unproper for those not yet wed to watch the square executions.  Sissy and I think this rule is absurd, this women deserve the punishment they incur.

October 3, 1692
Today at the dress shop the women spoke of late Sally Worthington with contempt.  Yet as we departed sissy and I witnessed a lady in the rear trying to dry her dampen’d eyes.  Pointless are the tears shed for those departed since we know not what happens past this life since our dearest Lord in Heaven casts away sorrows and sin.

November 12, 1692
To the horror of my dearest sissy, Edward Westover began the first of many overtures in hopes of securing her affection.  As one of extensive wealth and importance, father was elated at the news despite near 20 years stand between the two.  Father admonished her for what he deemed an excess emphasis on outward appearance.  Thus this evening I pray’d most fiercely for a plague of sorts to rid my dear sissy of this burdensome decision.  Subject oneself  to misery or fulfill the wishes of thy father?

November 15, 1692
By this will of father, he has deemed it necessary to start more rigorous religious application.  Thus he mandated I dedicated at least an hour a day to reading the bible in his presence and he will supplement with teachings.

November 21, 1692
Although it seems silly to think one would ever waste a moment of time in reading this silly diary, I feel prompted to apologize for my second latest entry. T’is most clear to me now that the Lord above willed this union and failure to support it would be heresy indeed.  I pray that in time sissy will accept Edward and thus fulfill the wishes of our Lord and father.

December 5, 1692
Today I experienced a glorious day thanks to the good grace of our magnificent Lord.  I felt my heart moved by the beauty he bestowed on this earth in the form of flowers, trees, and animals of all kinds.  Yesterday sissy announced her engagement with Edward.  It would be an understatement indeed to say I was most elated.  In addition, Father and I spent 3 hours this afternoon reviewing the book of Mark in the greatest depth. I am continually astounded by the grace of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  I feel so unworthy of his most self-less sacrifice.  To think, in mere months sissy will marry and start her journey towards creating a family complete with children who will be raised to know the Lord’s name.  


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The Diary of an Unnamed Colonialist Who Having Experienced an Encounter with the 21st Century

23 April, 1717. Spring hass begunn, ass seenn by the brightt, bloomingg flowerss and treess, magnificently adorneth againn in theirr Springg attire.

24 April.  I tookest my five yearr oldd sonn to the firstt hangingg of the Springg today,

30 April. I mett an interestingg mann today who spoketh in an oddd yet familiarr enoughh language. And evenn more oddd were his outlandishh claimss of havingg cometh from an unknownestt. time, the two-thousands, and from an unknownestt. place, The Unitedd Statess of America he calledd it.

1 May. The first thing which I’ve learned from this man is in the spelling of words, namely that a word may be ended with a single consonant and yet retain its meaning, dignity, &c. Take “as” for example. It need not an extra, emphatic “s.”

2 May. The second is succinctness.  

5 May. We celebrated the Fifth of May today, for what reason I do not know but it was really really fun and I tried to get all my other friends to do join in but they looked at me like what are you doing and I said getting crunk and they were like whatever except they wouldn’t actually say whatever because it sounds improper or whatever.

7 May. 8:59 PM Just hangin’ with my new BFF (best friend forever- this new lingo is totally awesome)

9:00.  LOL

9:01. (Laugh out loud)

8 May. 3:00 PM. Watchin’ a hangin’. BRB

3:33. Back. I knew that dude. That sux. ):

9 May. bible verse of the day: revelation 21:8- “liars go to hell.” Jk. It doesn’t really say that but its good for making people feel guilty and stuff

10 May. So, my friends liked my new bible verse but I just found out im in trouble because Ive been speaking like this around really important religious people and they got mad at me but I was like whatever because this is so much easier than talking all fancy and stuff and id rather die than talk like them and they said ok.


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Unidentified Colonist

September 2nd, 1962

The internal struggle we all experience is inevitable and will never cease, regardless of immense amounts of prayer and fasting; yet the heat of war raging between good and evil can be calmed with the acknowledgement of the love bestowed on us by the blessed Jesus Christ.  My soul, as distressed as it is, has begun to make the journey towards everlasting peace accomplished merely as a result of the Grace of God. The more I submit to the ways of the Lord, the more comforted my soul becomes.

I find my days to often pass slowly as I struggle to find my purpose as a woman in this society, yet I find comfort in Isaiah’s song of Praise, that “you will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you” Isaiah 26:3. Peace will come to those who place trust in the Lord. Peace will come to those who live with a purpose. Peace has come to me by succumbing to Christ’s ways and Plan.

The Heaven I desire lies at the end of a very straight and narrow path, and passing my days here on Earth seem tedious. Children are born. Meals are prepared and clothes are sewn while my quill remains hidden from those who cast on me disapproving eyes. But I will wait on the Lord to reveal my purpose that I will fulfill for Him on Earth. For “those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” Isaiah 40:31.

This morning I passed an execution of a group of witches. I watched in relief and approval as the shadow of Death was brought upon them. Father forgive my sins of passing judgment. Paul’s Joy letter tells me to “do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves” Philippians 2:3. As thoughts of judgment cloud my spirit and drown my soul in worldly views, I can only pray to rise from the depths and delight myself in the Lord my Savior.


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From the Journals of Bartholomew Putnam

Thursday, September 9, 2010
Today God granted me the ability to arise from my slumber and go to the school house and be given an opportunity to better thyself through knowledge. While being in attendance at the school house we learned about how the less capable has to feel so as I felt rather distressed for these kind. So much so did I feel distressed that it proceeded to bother me all the day.

Upon leaving the school house I was given the most gracious opportunity to meet the lovely miss Elizabeth Corey. Our time together was most comparable to that of a blooming flower in the time of new beginnings. Ah, how I do miss these times. She had to go thither to fetch a pail of water for her mother, upon this I had to bid farewell, though I mostly did not desire this.

After having be torn from the one I do desire most, I was given the opportunity to fill thyself on the fowl that I do usually only get to eat during the time of giving thanks. This fowl did so fill me up to the rim with joy upon consuming. Hither did I stay in the feeling of enjoyment, in this time of most gracious joy did I give thanks to the Most High! The most Glorious Jesus Christ! Who if not for his gracious blood did spill, I would not be able to partake in these times so rich with joy.

Upon having taken my fill of the fowl, the sun had moved high enough to tell me it was time to work. I then sat to write my neighbors and tell of our plans for when the sun rises again, if we are most blessed.

In reflecting upon my most blessed day, I do have to admit how glorious a day it twas. Many great times and great friends I was able to enjoy. I do graciously thank my Lord and Saviour for allowing me these opportunities of joy.


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