Sunday, January 8th. [continued from page 2]
Monday, January 9th. A beautiful day, clear and warm. At the wash-tub nearly all day.
Tuesday January 10th. A dull, foggy day. Nothing of interest occurring about home at present. I spent the day in sewing, worked the button holes in a shirt for Josiah, then sewed for myself.
Wednesday January 11th. Another dull, foggy, rainy day. Amanda and I ironed, then sewed. I had five fine shirts with linen bosoms to iron, business that I am by no means fond of, especially when to be worn on such extra occasions as one of these will be on one week from tomorrow.
Thursday, January 12th. Very dull and cloudy until afternoon when the clouds broke away giving us a view of the sun once more; it seems quite a long time since we last had the pleasure of beholding his radiant countenance. Amanda, Jont and myself went to church this evening down at Presbyterian. It is the first time I have been down on account of the weather, though the meeting has been in progress all the week. Mr. Patterson preached a very plain, but good sermon from Ezekiel 33.11. “Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel?”
Friday January 13th. Cloudy during a greater part of the day. Amanda and Jonathan brought their books home from school, Cornog's girls also quit, they thought it useless to go longer to their present teacher, who is both deficient in learning and in the art of governing, according to their account. I spent the forenoon in sweeping, dusting, and arranging up stairs. This afternoon I unlocked my letter-box and perused some of its precious mementoes of friendship and affection. How I love to read over my old letters and think of days that were! This evening Amanda, Jont, and I went down to church to hear Mr. Patterson preach from Luke 13. 23 & 24. “Then said one unto him, Lord, are there few that be saved? And he said unto them, Strive to enter in at the strait gate; for many, I say unto you will seek to enter in and shall not be able.”
Saturday, January 14th.
Hailing when I arose this morning, it had been snowing during the night, continued to hail or rain all day. Robinson Beaver and David Clemens came to help butcher this morning, were here until after dinner. A very unpleasant day for such business. Kate Clemens and I had made arrangements to spend the afternoon with Acker’s, but were prevented by the weather. I, therefore, settled myself down to mending an old calico dress, which occupied a good part of the afternoon and also verified the old adage: - “A stitch in time saves nine,” for certainly many of these might have been saved had I undertaken it sooner. All have now retired except Mother and myself, she is sleeping in her rocking chair, and I am writing in my journal, but I must now prepare to retire, though before I lie down upon my bed of repose I must read some in the Book of