(A journal entry from this day in 1943 by my great-uncle, Jesse Brewer.)
[Italics indicate deciphering issues. All structure, grammar, and verbiage is as close as I can tell.]
(edited to add my mom’s notes: “Bud would be Aunt Jessie’s husband..Pic was the nickname of my mom, your grandmother..Eric would have been 1 yr old, visiting with Walder, my dad. The hunting they refer to is looking for arrowheads. Grampa Brewer was an amateur archeologist who left quite an extensive collection to the Plantation.”
January 1 Friday
ToDay is the Birthday of The Year 1943
Caught muskrat in Walder’s brook. The Hornblowers are down here. Walder and I hunted Arthur Woods land, we found only a few bases, one nice point and I found one crude spear point. Sent in a dollar for Hunting and Fishing, and a dollar for The American Gardener.
Pic. Eric and Walder came in for a while this evening to see how Thelma was.
Percy Finnery was in Tonight. He is going up to Hanover to look for a job.
Took Buds letter up to his mother.
Fair and warm till 10 – am – wind South, then clouded over and started to snow about 2 – P.M.
Had turkey for dinner.
Russian drive is going strong against Germany.
5 thoughts on “January 1 Friday, 1943”
How fabulous to have this journal entry to share. Wishing you all a New Year full of adventure and laughter!
I love this… and wonder how our modern day “made avocado toast” can possibly hold up after the same amount of time…
This is incredible. I feel like I can envision the crude spear point. Ah.