Cornelia H., age 26, North Carolina

Very cold this morning with a slight skift of snow on the ground but clear. Warm after the sun got up. Wind all day from the North. Fannie & Jinnie breaking wool all day, at least till time for them to go to wash. Sam & others slaughtered a beef this morning. Mr. Henry gave John a thrashing this morning for some stealing from a waggoner that camped up at Mrs. Branton’s last night. Mr. Henry went to Asheville this morning, did not get back till sun down. Mr. George Peake came just before he did. He stays here tonight. Very cool this evening. Fannie cleaned the tripe after dinner. Mr. Henry will start Tuesday with his hogs over the Mountain to feed them at Blythe’s. He got 1000 bu. corn of him for 1200$. He will stay over there a good part of the time I expect. He bought twenty of A. B. Jones today.

*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)

Henry S., age 26, Michigan

Took some letters up to the Court House this morning to have them mailed.  Sawed wood and drew some up to the house.  Commenced on my 3rd weeks teaching this afternoon.  I am very tired tonight.

*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)

Marcy S., age 62, North Carolina

Yesterday I talked with Brother Oscar and Sister Nellie about Mark and Sandra W. In his last letter Mark asked if he could bring Sandra W. to Tarboro so that we could meet her. Emily and Sarah will probably come, too, and I wasn’t just sure whether I could open my heart and home to Sandra or not. “To make a long story short” Oscar and Nellie pointed out that Jesus loved sinners and that love is capable of breaking down a person’s resistance much more than judgment and condemnation. Mark knows how I feel about his living in adultery with Sandra, but I am still to love him and her without condemnation.

Thank You, Lord Jesus, for changing my heart attitude toward them.

Laura M., age 14, North Carolina

Me and Courtney argued about friends and who has less. God, that’s fucked and she agreed and we stopped. Me and Shannon missed the bus. I told her second period about the transfer thing and it didn’t seem to phase her a bit. I walked down my old hall while we waited for Mom to come. Then I walked down the hall I’m in this year. It feels like 2 different schools. I got really sad. Came home and slept till dinner. Pizza. I’ve had applesauce and pizza today and I’m glad. Went to see “Yellow Boat” play.

Samuel P., age 27, London

This morning Sir Wm. and the Treasurer and I went by barge with Sir Wm. Doyleyand Mr. Prin to Deptford, to pay off the Henrietta, and had a good dinner. I went to Mr. Davys’s and saw his house (where I was once before a great while ago) and I found him a very pretty man. In the afternoon Commissioner Pett and I went on board the yacht, which indeed is one of the finest things that ever I saw for neatness and room in so small a vessel. Mr. Pett is to make one to outdo this for the honour of his country, which I fear he will scarce better.

From thence with him as far as Ratcliffe, where I left him going by water to London, and I (unwilling to leave the rest of the officers) went back again to Deptford, and being very much troubled with a sudden looseness, I went into a little alehouse at the end of Ratcliffe, and did give a groat for a pot of ale, and there I did … So went forward in my walk with some men that were going that way a great pace, and in our way we met with many merry seamen that had got their money paid them to-day.

We sat very late doing the work and waiting for the tide, it being moonshine we got to London before two in the morning. So home, where I found my wife up, she shewed me her head which was very well dressed to-day, she having been to see her father and mother.

So to bed.

*(The Diary of Samuel Pepys M.A. F.R.S., edited by Henry B. Wheatley F.S.A., London, George Bell & Sons York St. Covent Garden, Cambridge Deighton Bell & Co., 1893.)

Cornelia H., age 25, North Carolina

Mail came, nothing new going on. Rained some today. I quilted on the bonnetts, finished Zona’s, began Willie’s. Mary Rollins & Henry Cook’s wife here for letters. Also Mrs. Pettit, Mrs. Norman & Sue Patton. They hear from their husbands every week the two first. Mr. Henry had a letter from Pinck Allen, have some fever & measles in the Regiment. None of the whites have measles here yet.

*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)

Henry S., age 25, Michigan

We have been working at the sheep shed all day, taking off the top and straightening it up all around. We went to the swamp and got some poles toward night. Alice is well enought tonight to talk rapidly. I feel too tired to study tonight.  

*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)

Abbie B., age 22, Kansas

Just finished baking snaps—we like them. It is nothing but cook turkey all the time, feel as if I did not care to see another for a year. It is fried for breakfast, potpie for dinner, roasted for supper—cold for breakfast ct. ct. Today is clear and the plowing going on. Baked two squash pies. They are real good. Mrs. S told me how to bake them when we have no milk or eggs. Had an early dinner. They came in before I was ready. I slept so well last night. Some­time I lay awaik for hours. We had pancakes for breakfast. I cant toss them over like P can. Sometimes he sends them over the second time, to see them flap.

Heavy shower last night over east. We thought it might reach here. Sometimes the rain comes in at the sides— so I took my clothes down, put them on a stool, then under the table. We dont have any chairs, just stools, two are cushioned with robe. Some time a go P raised his bed from the floor. When J. R. is here he sleeps on the floor.

We have no broom. When I sweep, I take a turkey wing in each hand, sweep out a corner, then step there, and sweep a head of me, until the floor is all swept. Sweep every thing into the fire place.

*(, Kansas State Historical Society, copy and reuse restrictions apply)