The glorious fourth, not a cloud in the sky. Mr. Smith came for me with a two horse wagon, and we took other women along on the way. There were two dozen there counting the children. Five or six bachelors, I the only single woman— the rest married folks and children. Of course they teas me. They think I am an old maid 22 and not married. Girls marry so young out here.
As I have no stove— they had sent me word not to do any baking. Mrs. Rose, Mrs. Lane and Mrs. Springer had all baked a plenty. Then we had canned fruit, lemonadade— coffee and roast meats. A swing for the children, gay conversation for the elders.
I am tired this evening. Philip did not go to the picnic.
*(kansasmemory.org, Kansas State Historical Society, copy and reuse restrictions apply)