Friday, February 22, 2013

Rebecca's Diary of Appalachian Life in 1918

September 10, 1918

Dear Diary,

The house is silent and a little eerie as it seems to be telling me to read Johnny’s letter. I have not taken it from its envelope yet. I am anxious and a little afraid of the written words that will be waiting for me.

It is difficult for someone my age---almost nine (9) to be in love---but I believe I am---and now he is gone.

I am sitting by the window watching the full moon and writing my feelings to you Dear Diary---you are my best secret friend.

I will read his letter now:

Dearest Rebecca,

I feel like a criminal leaving without being able to tell you in person. However, my parents are here waiting down stairs for me to finish packing. They are taking me to Canada to live in our new home.

Canada is a beautiful place where the beauty of the land has not been ravished by logging companies yet.

I know Canada must seem like another planet to you---but I will be visiting my Grandparents in the summertime and then we will be together again. I send to you every day many hugs and kisses and I am counting the days until school is out for the summer.

You will always be my girl and please wait for me. Don’t forget to rub the rock I gave you---it is our good luck charm.

Grandpa will give you a gift I am sending to you in a few days. Our home is in the North Country and the school has a room for every grade. It will seem strange at first---but then everything new has to be an acquire lesson in life.

I close with all my love to you my Sweetheart.


Now I will sleep with his letter under my pillow---Good Night Dear Diary.

Goodnight My Johnny---I Love You.

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Rebecca's Diary September 9, 1918

September 9, 1918

 Dear Diary,

It was a little chilly this morning as Margaret and I walked to school. Margaret was quiet while studying her Latin---so I let my mind visit my fantasy day dream of what life would be like when I am grown at 18 years old.

We walked pass Blue Rock and Purple Rock and Johnny was not there. I got a funny feeling in my tummy and when this happens I always hear bad news. Margaret calls it Becky’s crystal ball tummy---so this morning I did not say anything to her about my feeling.

It was such a beautiful morning to have a dark cloud over my heart---but it was there all the same. I wish Johnny was here so I could tell him about it. But he was nowhere to be found and I asked all my friends if they had seen him. They all said no---and my heart was really gloomy now---I was sure I would not like it when I found out.

Miss Goodhall rang the school bell and we all lined up in order of our grades and when she nodded---we silently walked in and---took our seats. We were well behaved children with a few exceptions.

This is so precious---Angels singing.
When Miss Goodhall said “Children, Mr. Donovan has something to tell us about Johnny---so please listen.” I thought my heart had stopped beating and my mind froze---not one thought appeared in my active mind---and I listened with my heart.

Mr. Donovan was Johnny’s grandfather and he said, “I am sorry to tell you Johnny’s parents came for him last night because they have a new home waiting for him in Canada. Johnny was sorry he did not have a chance to say goodbye---but he promised to write to his friend very soon.”  Mr. Donovan looked happy after his little speech which tore my heart out.

And then the most unexpected occurred---Mr. Donovan walked up to my desk and handed me a letter from Johnny. My heart gave a mountain leap of happiness. I will read it tonight after everyone is asleep---just my letter and me.

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