Cornelia H., age 26, North Carolina

I gathered some potatoes for dinner today & then quilted the rest of the day. Atheline will begin to cook tomorrow. Mrs. Garman spent the day here. She came to see Mr. Henry about selling some jeans to him. She asks 3$ pr. yd. He went to Asheville this morning, did not get back till night. He will not take the jeans at that price.

*(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

We have both been at home all day.  I had a headache and so did Kate, and the baby is sick too.  I wrote a letter to ma this afternoon and evening.

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

Anna L., age 75, Illinois

Up as usual early. Lo out to cabin but home to pick Carrie up. After taking her to SS came home to do a few things and start things for our dinner. Went to veg. stand. So far no key. Took Carrie home and decided to get things out of attic. In the midst when Pink, M. Dorothy and Wilbur came. We came home for a little while, they to the cabin. Didn’t stay long.

Laura M., age 15, North Carolina

No Chris. Tim wasn’t in 6th period ’cause he was with Sean, Mike, and CHRIS. Fuck him! I almost cried. Went 2 Renee’s with Zach, Sol, and Julie. Played some pool and watched. Eddie came at 4:30. I drove Zach in the Saturn and did pretty good. Me and Eddie went 2 YMCA and exercised 4 about an hour. Felt good. Did homework. Ate pizza and watched “Friends.” Had cinnamon rolls. Em took me home. Want 2 hit Chris.

Crisis, age 48, London

She knows I have to sing. There is a part of me that wants to tell me still that it is not for me, that I do not deserve and will not be, am not, good enough. My elder, who has guided me surefooted through these past seventeen years, tells me I can be who I want to be. She brought me many presents, unexpectedly many presents which I opened when I was in bed last night, surprised by and pleased with, her gifts. She can see me clearly, a facility I do not seem to have had. I need to look into and through the smoky mirror, let me open my mouth of fire and roar, let me sing the songs of the long years lament, looking backwards and forwards holding the deep thick and intense candle of hope strong in my hands, sheathed in flowers, seeing the darkness of the route travelled and with the awareness of the grace of the coming routes strongly lit. I know you need to hear the songs from the darkest of times so that you might see clearly who it is I am and what it is I have to offer you. She said I could call you back to me, and inside myself I saw desert landscapes, me, on a mountainous terrain. I saw through the mists of time, I saw through other lands, I knew I was not just of now, but of other worlds, lands and times. And in this time then I need to gather all of me together and truly let me inhabit the me I am. I do not need to struggle in relationships, struggle in the world, let my mind become petty with vicious thoughts and hatreds thousands of years old. I need again and again to just fill up my space with me then there is not room for others to step in and steal my space away from me. I need to create the world I want, to have the life I want, and not believe others can stop me.

Marcy S., age 62, North Carolina

Lord, I need your quickening power today. As the result of about 20 people (who want the Eibells to stay) calling Va. Beach on Monday, they, the Eibells, are coming back today. Yesterday Barbara told me that Roger was leaving the school. She and Kermit, Tommy and Ann Johnson, the Weathersbys, Ann Boyd and Irene are all leaving the church. Mitchell took all his PACES, etc. home yesterday afternoon. Jo Ann will probably withdraw Wiley and Laurie. Oh! I was so confused and distraught, but by Your Spirit, Lord, managed to stay somewhat composed. Ann Boyd called me right before supper to ask if I had heard anything from the Lord — no, because I’d been too upset. I just can’t walk out and leave the school, yet I don’t know how I can stay, feeling in my heart that Bill Eibell is not a man of integrity. I want to believe that he is, but so many things point the other way.

Last night shortly after we’d gone to bed Bill called from Va. Beach — he’d heard about Roger leaving (but not Mitchell) and wanted to know how I was doing and if I could manage today until he got here. Barbara said yesterday that she’d probably be back today. Bill sounded so concerned about how I was doing, and said we would talk when he returned. Lord, please give me Your wisdom to know what to say to him. He is still my pastor, but the time has come for honesty — at least I think it has. Put a guard on my lips, Lord — let me not say anything that will grieve Your Holy Spirit.

Someone is coming down from Va. Beach tonight to inform us of what transpired at a closed meeting of the Rock Church board this week. Oh, Lord, let the truth be known, whatever it is! We have walked in the dark for too long.

Samuel P., age 27, London

To the office, where Sir W. Batten, Colonel Slingsby, and I sat awhile, and Sir R. Fordcoming to us about some business, we talked together of the interest of this kingdom to have a peace with Spain and a war with France and Holland; where Sir R. Ford talked like a man of great reason and experience. And afterwards I did send for a cup of tee (a China drink) of which I never had drank before, and went away.

Then came Col. Birch and Sir R. Browne by a former appointment, and with them from Tower wharf in the barge belonging to our office we went to Deptford to pay off the ship Success, which (Sir G. Carteret and Sir W. Pen coming afterwards to us) we did, Col. Birch being a mighty busy man and one that is the most indefatigable and forward to make himself work of any man that ever I knew in my life. At the Globe we had a very good dinner, and after that to the pay again, which being finished we returned by water again, and I from our office with Col. Slingsby by coach to Westminster (I setting him down at his lodgings by the way) to inquire for my Lord’s coming thither (the King and the Princess coming up the river this afternoon as we were at our pay), and I found him gone to Mr. Crew’s, where I found him well, only had got some corns upon his foot which was not well yet. My Lord told me how the ship that brought the Princess and him (The Tredagh) did knock six times upon the Kentish Knock, which put them in great fear for the ship; but got off well. He told me also how the King had knighted Vice-Admiral Lawson and Sir Richard Stayner. From him late and by coach home, where the plasterers being at work in all the rooms in my house, my wife was fain to make a bed upon the ground for her and me, and so there we lay all night.

*(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.)

Laura M., age 14, North Carolina

Bitched at Shannon — told her she was a ho and she’s easy. Yep. Went over to her house and did homework. Dad picked me up. Had dinner at his house. Did more work. He talked to me and said that Alex is the best friend I have and that I dumped him because he told on me. Wrong. I cried and told him he’s wrong. Talked to Courtney and Karen 3-way.

Cornelia H., age 25, North Carolina

Cool & foggy. Corn doing but little. Uncle Jimmie Gudger was thrown from a mule & his neck broke today. Mr. Henry will not return tonight. Zona had a slight fever. Old Mr. Boyd is here trying to get the loom a going.

*(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

Henry, Nellie, Fred, Effie, Kate and I went out to Whitmore lake today and had a little picnic. We had a nice boat ride, but the wind blew pretty hard for rowing. Pa finished drilling in his wheat today. It appears like rain tonight.  

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