Facebook alerted me to the fact that six years ago, I posted this: “Am thinking that someday my mornings won't be structured around the demands of children, dogs, horses, and guinea pigs. That instead I will be free to make coffee and turn directly to a book. And that a part of future me will… Continue reading It Gets Better
I've dedicated a new site to my great-grandfather's diary: arrowheadsupthehill.net. Would love to see you all there! Here's the About: Thanks for stopping by. Half of one of my bookshelves is taken up by journals written three-quarters of a century ago by my great-grandfather, Jesse Brewer. He writes about daily life in a small Massachusetts… Continue reading Diary Project Moved!
(Must admit, that last written line gave me pause...) (Also, every page has a quote at the bottom, printed as part of the book. Did he read these and find inspiration/solace/intent? Who knows?) ToDay is the Birthday of ___________ Fair and clear wind SoW by W. Went up on the hill and did some chores… Continue reading January 3 Sunday, 1943
(Note from my mom: "Actually, they would be the diaries of your great-grandfather. It gets very confusing with the names. Jesse Brewer's father was David Brewer, Jesse named his first son David. David Brewer named his first son Jesse. Phew! David Brewer came to America to set up a game preserve for Eben Jordan in… Continue reading January 2 Saturday, 1943
(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,… Continue reading January 1 Friday, 1943
Boxing Day. I love Boxing Day. Being done with Christmas is a huge relief and I feel like I can finally enjoy the holiday. Which doesn't quite jive with my determination to restart the healthy eating thing, but that's life for you. I'm sitting in a very chilly ski lodge. But when I say ski… Continue reading Know Thyself
The last time I felt warm was in August. I was sitting on the porch, in the shade, the cats in asymmetrical puddles at my feet, and we were all simply oppressed by the heat. We were dying of it. We were melting. And we didn't even appreciate it. Since then, I've been cold. My… Continue reading I have been cold forever and there is no end in sight.