Showing posts with label sister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sister. Show all posts

Friday, August 2, 2013

A Triple Surprise


April 14, 1928

Dear Diary,

Loud voices roused me from my faint---angry loud voices of my brothers---Mark and Matthew
directed at Margaret my sister. I opened my bedroom door to have both my brothers run to
my side. Mark picked me up and carried me to where Sam was on the couch. Sam stood up
to take me in his arms and to my surprise Mark handed me to him like I was a toy doll.
I was still confused and I felt like I might faint again---so I fought as hard as I could against it---what was wrong with me I wondered. But I only had a short time to think about myself. Suddenly the front door flew opened and Pa and Ma stormed in.
Ma started crying and praising God---then grabbed Margaret---and held her while she cried some more. Pa just stood there red in the face and not smiling. It was then I remembered I saw Johnny---so I looked around the room to find him in Ma's rocking chair holding a baby.
Sam saw where I was looking and he whispered in my ear---that everything would be fine---and to remember Johnny and Margaret are married now and they have a baby. I could not register this in my mind---I kept thinking that Johnny had found Margaret and brought her home to us. I looked back at my brothers---now they were in a corner glaring at Johnny and Margaret.
Sam stood me up and took my hand as we walked slowly out the door---it seemed like a dream---this could not be real. As we walked to the darkest park of the porch I heard Pa's voice get loud and then the baby started crying. I want to go take care of the baby---but Sam said it would be best if we took a long walk and let the dust settle at home.
We walked to a ledge overlooking a winding river below which flowed between four mountains. The moon was full tonight with the stars brilliantly shining in the dark never ending sky. The Evergreen trees outlined the rushing river below on both sides. Sam and I could smell the nightly freshness as a soft breeze filtered through the trees.

The events at home seemed unreal---but being with Sam was very real and I did not want it to end anytime soon. He gently guided me into his arms and kissed my forehead---his lips were so sweet and felt so warm on my cool skin. He held me close as he softly sang, "Always."

It was wonderful and I did not want it to end. Then he wrapped his jacket around me and continued to hold me while we used a big log as our bench while we viewed the wonders of the night as we talked for hours before he walked me home.

I will tell you more Dear Diary later,

Becca
 
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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Boone Lake

April 5th, 1928
                                                                Boone Lake

Dear Diary,
I stood on the school steps ringing the bell for the students to return to school this morning. And I was so pleasantly surprised to see such happy faces returning to me. 

Their young minds are filled with all the knowledge from books and life’s experience of our ancestors---which keeps them wanting more. And I pray it will always be like this for them. My sweet children of Purvis Gap are learning seekers of the mountains.

I taught them to always ask question and to research because the answers are in books for them to find. Our school library grows with all the donations from the gap’s families that can afford in helping to expand our library.

Our church is having a big social tomorrow---a picnic by Boone Lake where our ancestors began their lives in our mountains. I will return home after school to begin cooking for the grand celebration that my parents and bothers enjoy so much.

I enjoy seeing everyone---especially my twin nephews and niece. And I am hoping there will be more to love in the near future. My brothers are now the wealthiest residents of Purvis Gap and they are building more stores to help the people here. They are such a blessing---my sweet brothers.

Talk later Dear Diary,

Becca

Friday, May 3, 2013

Rebecca’s Dairy Updates

                                   Winter in Purvis Gap

December 10, 1926
Hello Diary,
It has been years since I last wrote in you and that is because my sister Margaret ran away from home when I was eight years old. And she was only thirteen years old. She had a big fight with Ma and Pa about going to college. She graduated from the 12th grade at 13 years old and she wanted to complete college and then teach.
My sister Margaret has always wanted to be a teacher and I pray that where ever she is now---that she is one. I worried about her after she left---I was heart-broken---I could not eat or sleep. Pa had all the law men out searching but either they did not look long enough or did not care---either way I found them totally inept.
 The law men who came to our house had terrible grammar and spit brown juice out of their mouths. My brothers said it was tobacco---and all I can say is it was a nasty thing to do. It made their teeth brown and they appeared more unclean.
Ma and Pa were sick about Margaret leaving and my brothers searched with Mr. King’s bloodhounds until they stopped trailing at the
Mackie River Raft---no more scent because of the water. Pa said Margaret was a smart girl and since she outsmarted everyone---she would have to outsmart herself back home.
I could not write in my diary since my heart was broken---but it has mended some thanks to my brothers. Mark and Matthews are 22 and 24 years old and married with babies. Mark has Luke and John twin boys and they are two years old now---I love them so much. And Matthew has a little girl who is three years old.
Sometimes I baby sit with all three and it is so much fun---I don’t want to leave them. They all have blonde hair and blue eyes and are so sweet. I am their aunt and they call me Aunty Becca. These are the times that I wish with all my heart that Margaret was here. She would be 21 years old now and I miss her so.
 Now Diary I know you want to know about Johnny. My Johnny was so smart he is in law school and I am still waiting for him. I am a full grown woman at 16 years old. I graduated the 12th grade at 12 years old and took college correspondence lessons through the mail and now I teach here in Purvis Gap.
I help Ma around the house and I make her rest more as she is slowing down some. But not my Pa---he is still going full blast. My brothers have a big farm together and are doing well---and the most important part they are very happy with their beautiful wives and babies.
I will tell you more about my life later Dear Diary.
 Love Becca

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Rebecca's Diary of Her Appalachian Home


My Appalachian Home



Dear Diary,

It is September 4, 1918

School started today in Purvis Gap and we are excited about having a new teacher. We all hope she is young and will have more energy than Mrs. O’Brien. In truth she was too old to teach anymore, as she would fall asleep after lunch each day when we did our silent reading.

My shoes were wet from the morning dew of the high grass on our path to school. I should not complain about my shoes getting wet---as many of the children do not have shoes. My brothers and sister walked with me to school to meet our new teacher for the New Year. We met up with our friends in the hollow and they walked with us on our early morning journey.

Some of us have our lunches in wrapped in old newspapers and some in old syrup buckets. And some do not have anything to carry for lunch. It is a hard time now in our gap where we live on our Appalachian Mountain. Our family is luckier than most---so Ma always puts more in our syrup buckets to share with others who do not have food.

Our Pa is a better provider than most as he has honey, nuts and a large fall garden to feed his family. And he is an excellent hunter and so are my two brothers, Mark and Matthew. They helped Pa plowed with a hand push plow and we helped him plant our garden. We are blessed to have a good house to live in with my two brothers and sister. The boys have their own room and my sister and I share one.

Our new teacher’s name is Miss Margaret Goodhall and she is from Texas---the biggest state of our union. She is petite and beautiful with long red hair and earrings that sparkled in the light of the one room school house. And she had a beautiful dress on today it was lavender and had many ruffles. All the boys are in love with her porcelain face and big blue eyes.

We did a review of our last summer’s lessons and Miss Goodhall smiled as most of us were up to date on writing, reading, spelling and our arithmetic. She gave us new books for the fall and we were all so happy to have something new to learn from and enjoy the smell of newness. We all wrote our names in the new books. It was a proud day for all. We all had smiles on our faces---even the poorest children were happy. The children who always came to school in dirty clothes and no shoes--- were smiling today. It made my heart swell with gratitude

She told us her Uncle John sent the books to us as gifts because he owned a large bookstore in Dallas. That is a large city in Texas. I want to go there one day when I grow up---as I have only been to small places in the hollows and gaps of these mountains. I know there is a great world out there where people can walk on sidewalks and walk for miles on flat land. Imagine that---no walking up and down these mountain trails like a goat.

I am sleepy now Dear Diary---and I will write more tomorrow.
 Rebecca
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