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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Studying Till the Cows Come Home

A Day in the Life: September 18th


(Aged 14)
Wea.                                            FRI. SEPT. 18, 1896               Ther. 

Went to school on my wheel.


(Aged 16)
Wea.                                            SUN. SEPT. 18, 1898               Ther.

Went to factory.  Pa, Rollie + I went over to grandma’s. 
Mrs. Baily + her daughter + granddaughters were there.  In eve went down the burg to church.



(Aged 17)
Wea.                                             MON. SEPT. 18, 1899               Ther.

NO ENTRY AGAIN UNTIL OCTOBER 2nd.


(Aged 18)
Wea.                                              TUE. SEPT. 18, 1900                 Ther.

Went to school with Gordon.  Ma + Rollie came home.  In eve studied until pa sent me to bed.


(Aged 19)
Wea.                                              WED. SEPT. 18, 1901                Ther.

Helped Arnie cut corn.  About 5 hours.  Pearle came down.


(Aged 20)
Wea.                                               THU.  SEPT. 18, 1902             Ther.

Gail leveled off the gravel.  I went to the burg after cement but didn’t get it.  In P.M. drew a load of sand.


(Aged 21)
Wea.                                              FRI.  SEPT. 18, 1903                  Ther.


NO ENTRY AGAIN UNTIL OCTOBER 10TH


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Editor's Note:  In trying to figure out who Mrs. Baily was I took a look at the census.  There was no Baily family in Carroll at the time but there were a number of them all over the county as well as down in Warren.  Perhaps she was a childhood friend of Diantha's.

I love the image of the studious Allen pouring over his books at the big farm kitchen table.  I can see  him subconsciously chewing his pencil in between furious scribblings of notes.  He would have lost all track of time so his pa moves him along.  I find it very sweet and loving.  "Come on son, time you got to bed" sort of thing.

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I imagine this only not such fancy clothes.
Matthias Stomer




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