May 1st, 1886
What an exciting day! We were returning home from school and running through the fields. Those boys like Mark and Joseph Ember sure learned their lesson today. All three of us girls can run like the wind, especially Ann! Even though she is younger than Angelica and is always carrying her rag doll, she can pass us up like a deer in the thicket. I swear that girl is part squirrel.
The most amazing thing happened as we passed over the Spoon Creek bridge. Angelica heard a faint cry and turned to look for its cause. I didn't hear it and told her that it was probably just a wounded rabbit calling for its mother, but you know Angelica! Even though she's as stubborn as a mule, she
has an angel's heart of gold though, and wanted to help the poor beast. The cry rang out again and we immediately realized that it was no rabbit. It was the voice of a little girl.
All three of us ran and looked over the side of the bridge and saw a terrible sight. There was a young child, no more than four winters old struggling to stay afloat in the water!! Angelica dropped her books and dove in from the bridge without even thinking and grabbed the little girl. We got her to shore and found out she had been playing on the creek bank alone and had fallen in.
When we took her home, the girl's parents were ever so grateful. Her mom even baked us a nice apple pie, just for us three girls. The little girls parents said that Angelica was their guardian angel.
January 3rd, 1892
Today my sister Ivy came for a visit. It wasn't really much of a visit because she really came to study the forest out back. She was so happy to see me that she ran up to me faster than a cat does to a pan full of grease! She wanted to go on a hike all by herself and look at some strange plants that she heard the Indians talking about. She's always studied things like that.
After about three hours of walking, she said that she had twisted her ankle and sat down on a rock to look at the sprain. She took the mysterious Indian plant and wrapped her ankle with its leaves and the pain from her ankle disappeared.
Pa said that she was so excited that she left home to go back to her lab without even telling anyone goodbye.
August 15th, 1886
She's Back! My sister Anna Conda returned from the traveling circus today. She had been gone for so long that I barely remember her. Bernard said that she and him were playing near the creek when he kicked her and she pushed him in. He was as rattled as a rattlesnake's tail and ran home to tell Ma what she had done.
Anna Conda was severely punished, and had to do all of bernard's chores for a whole week. She was spittin' mad and decided to run away with the circus.
She wasn't strong enough to put up the tents or help in the stables, so they put her to work with the snake charmer. After a few years, she got really good at handling those slimey old snakes, and takes them with her wherever she goes. She even brought them with her today, but Pa insisted that she should keep them in the barn.
January 3rd, 1892
I had a really fun day today. Bernard showed Ann, Angelica and I the new tricks that he taught his dogs. It was really funny to see them beg for the biscuits that he had hidden in his palm. Although he teaches the dogs fancy tricks like that, he really trains them to hunt raccoons. Bernard says that he has the best hunting dogs in the world. Sometimes he sells them too.
One time he got paid four whole dollars for a single dog! He has one dog, Fido, that he'll never sell though. He got him when he was just a pup and they literally grew up together.
March 30, 1886
We took the carriage up to see my uncle Scrooge today. I don't like that man! He's always mean and grumpy, even to Angelica. He's always watching us kids because he thinks that we are going to steal his money. Ma says that he's just an angry old miser and isn't right in his head. Dad says that my uncle would be happier if he'd pay less attention to his wealth and more to his family.
October 28, 1907
My Uncle Edgar Allen paid us a visit today! He's a really nice old man, but he sure is a strange old bird! He has to be the saddest person that I know. Come to think of it, I don't think that I've ever seen him smile.
He's a great writer though, and some of his stories and poems have been printed in books! I tried reading one of his stories but had to stop because it nearly scared me to death. How such a nice man can write such terrifying stories is beyond me.
July 9th, 1887
Me and Ann went out picking Daisies today. We got a whole lot of them and made a huge bouquet for Ma. Ann threw a fit when she lost her doll in the field. She is so attached to that toy that I don't think she will ever give it up. She'd left the darn thing in the middle of the field and the whole family had to go out and look for it.
It was like looking for a needle in a haystack! Angelica eventually found it next to an old bush. I don't know what would have happened if we hadn't found that old doll!
April 19th, 1887
Pa let me bring part of his bug collection to school today and the boys wouldn't hardly leave it alone. Our teacher Mrs. Eastin told them that she was going to get out the paddle and teach them what a sore butt feels like if they messed with it again!
Everyone is impressed with pa's bug collection! He's been collecting them since he was smaller than a chipmunk on a stump. Ma says that he has the biggest collection south of Chicago and that there have been city-folk who have come down to buy it for their museum. Pa didn't sell it of course, he likes them creepy crawly critters too much!
January 3rd, 1892
The snow hit us really hard today. Pa said that we got upwards of three feet. Its really beautiful outside, but we are worried about the animals. Bernard was especially worried about his dogs and keeps wading through the snow to check up on them. He sure does love those mutts!
My sister Melody has been keeping us entertained. She has been putting on a concert for the whole family ever since the storm began two days ago. She's so talented with her instruments. She can play the flute, piano, and the harp. Ma hopes that she will be able to play for a big symphony someday. She also has the sweetest singing voice that you can imagine! When we sing at church, you can hear her beautiful voice over everyone else.
June 17th, 1890
I went and took some apples to my Aunt Katrina today. Next to Mom, I think that she is the nicest lady in the world. I stayed there all day and played with Robin, her favorite cat. There are a lot of cats there, but Robin is the nicest of them all because she will let you pick her up.
There must be twenty or thirty cats living with my aunt these days. She says that they are her best friends in the whole wide world.