attic. It was so much fun, dancing
around the large open space, we fell in a heap on the floor from
exhaustion. William laughed as if it was the funniest thing he had
ever seen. I do love William so. I should think if it was not for
him I could surely die of boredom.
On the far end of the attic, William found a
hidden passage. He has claimed it as his very own hiding place,
exclaiming... No girls allowed! He is such a little gooney bird,
but I do adore him so.
I did not want to disillusion him and tell
him that it was just the attic space of the turret room. I let him
believe he had found a secret room and that it was his, and his
alone. He now believes he has magical powers. I believe children
should be allowed to be children, believing in fairy tales and
happily ever after. Sometimes I wish I was still a child, and could
believe in fairy tales, but I now know life is far from a fairy
tale.
Mother is heading to town to go to the
mercantile. She has asked me to accompany her. I am thrilled to be
able to see what our new town looks like, and to have the chance to
speak with mother alone for the first time in weeks.
Elizabeth
March 12, 1886
Dear Diary,
My trip into town with mother was quite
eventful. Eureka Springs is a rather small place compared to
Boston, but the buildings are nice and everything looks brand new.
We shopped in the mercantile and she even let me pick out some
dress goods.
She says that it is warmer in Arkansas than
in Massachusetts and we will need lighter clothes for the upcoming
summer months.
So far I am not impressed with our new town.
The mercantile did not have a large selection of dress goods, but I
did pick out two pieces that I thought would be lovely and cool for
a warm summers day.
I do hope mother will let me help her with
the dresses. I have grown bored with the same pattern. I told her
we are nearing the 20th century and I am quite tired of wearing
such old fashioned styles.
While mother was finishing up shopping, she
allowed me to go next door to see if the postmaster had any mail
for us. To my delight there were two letters, one from Andrew and
another from Thomas. I quickly hid the one from Thomas in my
reticule. Although I was anxious to read it, I did not want mother
to know he had written. She was of course delighted to hear from
Andrew as was I.
As soon as we returned home I feigned a
headache and went to my room to read the beautiful letter from
Thomas. He is well and still working in Boston. He has saved enough
money for the trip and a small dowry, but knows to impress father
he will need much more. I suspect he has lost money on the cards,
or surely he would have enough saved. The words were beautiful and
I shall cherish them forever.
I will speak to Annie in hopes that she will
let us send letters by way of her, so as not to alert father. I
must go for now, mother is calling me.
Elizabeth
Barely able to keep her eyes open, Claire
just sit there for a while thinking about Elizabeth and her
journal. She sounded like such a sweet young woman who always
remained hopeful, despite her harsh upbringing. The way she spoke
of William showed that she really loved him and enjoyed spending
time with him. Wishing Adam could have been here to see his
ancestral home, and read the words written by a distant aunt,
Claire drifted off to sleep, as the journal quietly fell to her
side.
***
Chapter Nine
Claire woke early to the sound of sleet
hitting the window. As she arose, she realized it was Tuesday and
Daniel would be here this morning. She couldn't help but think
about the possibility of a relationship with him. He was a great
guy, and it didn't hurt that he was good looking. Janet had been
right, they do have a lot in common. They both love history,
antiques, going to auctions and estate sales. But how could she
move forward and just forget Adam? When they got married she vowed
that she would
around the large open space, we fell in a heap on the floor from
exhaustion. William laughed as if it was the funniest thing he had
ever seen. I do love William so. I should think if it was not for
him I could surely die of boredom.
On the far end of the attic, William found a
hidden passage. He has claimed it as his very own hiding place,
exclaiming... No girls allowed! He is such a little gooney bird,
but I do adore him so.
I did not want to disillusion him and tell
him that it was just the attic space of the turret room. I let him
believe he had found a secret room and that it was his, and his
alone. He now believes he has magical powers. I believe children
should be allowed to be children, believing in fairy tales and
happily ever after. Sometimes I wish I was still a child, and could
believe in fairy tales, but I now know life is far from a fairy
tale.
Mother is heading to town to go to the
mercantile. She has asked me to accompany her. I am thrilled to be
able to see what our new town looks like, and to have the chance to
speak with mother alone for the first time in weeks.
Elizabeth
March 12, 1886
Dear Diary,
My trip into town with mother was quite
eventful. Eureka Springs is a rather small place compared to
Boston, but the buildings are nice and everything looks brand new.
We shopped in the mercantile and she even let me pick out some
dress goods.
She says that it is warmer in Arkansas than
in Massachusetts and we will need lighter clothes for the upcoming
summer months.
So far I am not impressed with our new town.
The mercantile did not have a large selection of dress goods, but I
did pick out two pieces that I thought would be lovely and cool for
a warm summers day.
I do hope mother will let me help her with
the dresses. I have grown bored with the same pattern. I told her
we are nearing the 20th century and I am quite tired of wearing
such old fashioned styles.
While mother was finishing up shopping, she
allowed me to go next door to see if the postmaster had any mail
for us. To my delight there were two letters, one from Andrew and
another from Thomas. I quickly hid the one from Thomas in my
reticule. Although I was anxious to read it, I did not want mother
to know he had written. She was of course delighted to hear from
Andrew as was I.
As soon as we returned home I feigned a
headache and went to my room to read the beautiful letter from
Thomas. He is well and still working in Boston. He has saved enough
money for the trip and a small dowry, but knows to impress father
he will need much more. I suspect he has lost money on the cards,
or surely he would have enough saved. The words were beautiful and
I shall cherish them forever.
I will speak to Annie in hopes that she will
let us send letters by way of her, so as not to alert father. I
must go for now, mother is calling me.
Elizabeth
Barely able to keep her eyes open, Claire
just sit there for a while thinking about Elizabeth and her
journal. She sounded like such a sweet young woman who always
remained hopeful, despite her harsh upbringing. The way she spoke
of William showed that she really loved him and enjoyed spending
time with him. Wishing Adam could have been here to see his
ancestral home, and read the words written by a distant aunt,
Claire drifted off to sleep, as the journal quietly fell to her
side.
***
Chapter Nine
Claire woke early to the sound of sleet
hitting the window. As she arose, she realized it was Tuesday and
Daniel would be here this morning. She couldn't help but think
about the possibility of a relationship with him. He was a great
guy, and it didn't hurt that he was good looking. Janet had been
right, they do have a lot in common. They both love history,
antiques, going to auctions and estate sales. But how could she
move forward and just forget Adam? When they got married she vowed
that she would
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