It has rained for two whole weeks and everything is soggy, damp, and wet. My spirits feel about as heavy as this weather because we buried my neighbor, Mr. Clemens yesterday. Mr. Clemens lived in a tiny little one-room shack, down the road, and I pass by his place when I walked to Mrs. Hunnycutt’s house. He was a skinny…
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Diary Entry, May, 1937 My neighbor, Mrs. Hunnycutt is a woman of means and insists on helping me decorate the cottage. I am grateful for her guidance because I’m not sure where to obtain the beautiful items that she recommends. Are these decorative trappings practical? No. But to me, they are necessary, because a few pretty items here and there…
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Diary Entry from Mayell Sunshine, the mystery woman who once lived in our house. “When I was a child, I remember gathering wildflowers or making cards in Sunday school for my dear mother for Mother’s Day. Now that she is gone and I have no children of my own, Mother’s Day makes me feel a bit melancholic. Today was much…
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Yesterday was wash day, and ever since I’ve moved into the community, Mrs. Furr has insisted that I bring my washing and come to visit her on Mondays. She told me just in case I might forget, she would hang a blue dish towel on the fence by the side of the road, so I would see it as I…
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Discovering the vintage suitcases hidden in the eaves of the farmhouse attic was a delightful surprise, but it’s turning into an adventure as well. Along with numerous dresses, there were also at least 10 pairs of gloves. Some were lacy, some were delicately crocheted, and others were made of leather. This pair in the photograph is my favorite. She must…
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