November 10
Laura M., age 15, North Carolina
November 10, 1997
Good. School went by slow. Went 2 mall with Ashley, Renée, Scott, Zach. Mom picked me up. Came home and dyed hair a reddish color. (24 washes.) Went 2 Renée’s and chilled with mall people, Clay, Joe, Courtni Wood, Tarik, Sol, and Geoff. Me, Leslie, and Ashley spent night. Watched “Austin Powers.” Boys came.
Anna L., age 75, Illinois
November 10, 1960
Up in good season so washed kitchen curtains. Over to Carrie’s and Mrs. B.’s. Back home to iron and put up door curtains before noon. Later started on rest when I saw a work man with windows so went over. Wasn’t ready to try window so came home several times. Then too late to do it, left it until tomorrow.
Marcy S., age 14, Tennessee
November 10, 1938
Warmer. No chapel. Usual classes. In good mood. Home for dinner. When I came back to school after dinner I talked to Mrs. Moore. Sun quite warm. Usual classes. I took my expression lesson at 2:30. Had good lesson. Was going to play for Mrs. M. to recite tonight but Mrs. Bunch will instead, since she is playing for everyone. After school Mary and I went to town. Met Elma. Went to printing office and bought some paper. We stopped at Singer Sewing Machine Co. and Mr. Tindall gave us a style book. M. walked to Pres. Church with me. I carried the paper home with me and we’ll divide it later. As I was passing Mother Lane’s Mother, who had gone there for a shower, called out to say she’d be home soon. I practiced. Soon M. came. At noon she had told me that it was a shower for Mrs. Robinnette (who boards at M. Lane’s) who was expecting a baby but instead it was for Mrs. McCarter! Mother had wanted to keep it a secret but she just had to tell me. Diary, I nearly fell over! I was so happy! M. brought some refreshments home and I ate all except the candy (4 cookies). I was so absorbed in the news that I ate unconsciously. I finally managed to finish practicing and studying. About 5:30 we ate supper. About 5:45 Daddy 'phoned from Shelley’s that his car had broken down and for Mother and I to come after him in our car. We dropped everything and rushed out there. Drove 2 CCC boys back, too. Daddy took a bath and ate supper and I dressed when we got back. Then read. About 7:15 we (D. and I) took the car and went over to Mary’s to take her to school but she and her brother had already gone. Mother was too tired to go. Parked the car and Daddy went on in. I waited for Elma and Dot Jones, whom I saw coming. Walked behind Mossip School and finally got in. Found Mary and sat with her. Carolyn was there also. Quite a crowd. An Armistice Day program. Sang some war songs. Daddy led the singing of America. Mrs. Moore gave “In Flanders Fields the poppies grow, etc.” Then some tiring speeches. Finally a rousing Pep Meeting. Then Daddy drove Mary, William and I to town. We saw Elma with Arthur. Drill Team marched to town. Enough noise. Drove M. and W. home. Then home ourselves. Mother was putting up curtains. To bed.
Henry S., age 26, Michigan
November 10, 1887
I went over to Mr. Olson’s this morning to see him again about cutting some wood and he said he would some in a day or two. It has been a stormy day and I did not do much work outside much. Put down a floor in the stable for Jimmie to lie upon. I wore my overcoat to the school today for the first time. The snow has about all disappeared.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)
Cornelia H., age 26, North Carolina
November 10, 1862
I began the last shirt this morning for Mr. Henry, did not finish it. Mail brought Mr. Henry some papers. Nothing new in them. Mr. Boyd is here at work on a loom for us, just an old fashioned one. Uncle Welch stays here tonight. He came with Mr. Henry from Asheville this evening. He has been to the salt works in Va. to procure salt for the people of Haywood Co. Succeeded in getting some. Mr. Henry wants to start with the hogs in the morning.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)
Samuel P., age 34, London
November 10, 1667
(Lord’s day). Mighty cold, and with my wife to church, where a lazy sermon. Here was my Lady Batten in her mourning at church, but I took no notice of her. At noon comes Michell and his wife to dine with us, and pretty merry. I glad to see her still. After dinner Sir W. Pen and I to White Hall, to speak with Sir W. Coventry; and there, beyond all we looked for, do hear that the Duke of York hath got, and is full of, the small-pox; and so we to his lodgings; and there find most of the family going to St. James’s, and the gallery doors locked up, that nobody might pass to nor fro and a sad house, I am sure. I am sad to consider the effects of his death, if he should miscarry; but Dr. Frazier tells me that he is in as good condition as a man can be in his case. The eruption appeared last night; it seems he was let blood on Friday. Thence, not finding [Sir] W. Coventry, and going back again home, we met him coming with the Lord Keeper, and so returned and spoke with him in White Hall Garden, two or three turns, advising with him what we should do about Carcasse’s bringing his letter into the Committee of Parliament, and he told us that the counsel he hath too late learned is, to spring nothing in the House, nor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a man: that this is the best way of dealing with a Parliament, and that he hath paid dear, and knows not how much more he may pay, for not knowing it sooner, when he did unnecessarily produce the Duke of Albemarle’s letter about Chatham, which if demanded would have come out with all the advantages in the world to Sir W. Coventry, but, as he brought it out himself, hath drawn much evil upon him. After some talk of this kind, we back home, and there I to my chamber busy all the evening, and then to supper and to bed, my head running all night upon our businesses in Parliament and what examinations we are likely to go under before they have done with us, which troubles me more than it should a wise man and a man the best able to defend himself, I believe, of our own whole office, or any other, I am apt to think.
*(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.)