1st Night at the Brookside Inn

18 Apr

Remember in the last passage (entry) they arrived at the Brookside Inn and Cottages and were being picked up by a mule team pulling a spring wagon…….

“September 16th, 1911. Our feathers fell just a little but we climbed in and were soon enjoying a beautiful mountain drive. The old colored driver was great fun and Alfred pretended to know nothing at all of farm life and we received some startling information. It was dark when we arrived and then came our second surprise for a very attractive maid in white cap and apron met us and led us to our own little cottage. Then she waited and led us to the dining room. This is in the Inn and here again we were surprised. Everything about the place shows refinement and taste and the dinner was perfect. Mrs. Kirkpatrick, the manager, is a woman whom Alfred has known and she told us all about it after we registered. When we came back to our cottage I found a beautiful bouquet of white clematis on my dresser, probably a tribute to the “B. & G.” appearance of us. We have two bed rooms, a bath and living room and a maid to care for it all. We are just delighted with it and anxiously await tomorrow that we may look around.”


True is a heart that has been give to me

7 Mar

I don’t keep up with my blog as much as I would like to or should but I am a little better when it comes to my Facebook and Instagram page which is also under Sally’s Diaries.

September 15th, 1911. Packed all day. It has rained too almost all the time. I feel strange to take my things away from the old home place forever but the happiness ahead in the “little home” completely absorbs every other thought. Tonight I phoned to several friends for we take the eight o’clock train in the morning.”

September 16th, 1911. This morning we started again on our honeymoon trip after two days of work. It was very hard to say good bye, especially to baby Paul. They have done so much for us there and it is hard to leave them but my heart is happy in the knowledge that they are all and in their own homes and I am going to mine. How I have wished that the little mother might know how strong and true is a heart that has been given to me and that she might see her youngest child safe and happy in it all. Louis, Edna and Ada came with us to the train. We said good bye to the Aunts on the way and the rest came to see us off. We changed at Benwood, taking the B & O for Oakland Md. The trip was a very pleasant one and we arrived about 4 P.M. Brookside is about twelve miles back in the mountains and we found a mule team and an old spring wagon waiting for us.”

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Hattie’s Words

6 Jan

I must explain why the delay in my blog, yet another delay I might add. Still working on my new diary adventure. For over 30 years now I’ve been buying, collecting, reading and researching “other peoples” diaries and letters and in that 30 years I’ve been so moved and blessed by what I’ve learned. So much, that for quite sometime I’ve been looking for a way to really share the words of others. Although I can’t say right now, I believe I’m getting closer to a fabulous project that might enable me to share worldwide.

Just recently a woman asked me, “How has reading other peoples diaries affected you?” I’ve never really thought about this until she asked me and for the last few weeks have reflected on that very question. It would take me pages upon pages to really describe how this diary world has affected and also changed me. I guess if I had to sum it all up, the main thing that I have learned is that we all have a story and an important one at that. That in itself helps me to stay focused on what’s important and not to judge or criticize someone because I have no idea what they’ve been through in their life.

I just got through ready two diaries written by a 40 year old woman by the name of Hattie. She began her diaries in 1893 and I must share one of her passages…..

September 24th, 1893. Mrs. Whitney says something like this; If one is genuinely introspective, she will not be so upon paper. I wonder if I write with the idea that someone, sometime, will read what I have written? Truly, I have no wish that somethings should be read and criticized. And I know of late it has been almost impossible to write my best thoughts, in fact, it has been quite impossible. I cannot measure my growth, if growth there be. Like a child that pencils her height from time to time on the wall, neither can I keep an account of the daily happenings in my monotonous life. They will only signify in what they make of me. Nevertheless, I have from time to time written of some actual experiences or some thought has come to me that I wished to remember; sometimes a half awakened dream or vision that may in time be fully revealed to me in all its meaning and beauty. Had I a dear, dear friend who loved me dearly and would read my journal in love, I do not think I would object. And I think hereafter I will write with that thought in mind. That I am writing to my dearly loved friend who is to be mine, manifestly, in God’s own good time, is now safe in the Lord’s knowledge and leadings, perhaps across the world or years away in time to come. Still sure to come, as we or when we are fitted for each other. “Be still and know I am God.””

Jenna's Photos of My Diaries 025Am I Hattie’s “dear, dear friend” who was “years away in time to come”? I could only hope and pray so.

“Neil House where father and mother were 38 years ago.”

14 Oct

Sally here: Again, I make apologies for not blogging sooner. My world has been a bit full lately concerning my diary business. I can’t say exactly right now what I’ve been doing but my adventures might make it possible for me to share my diaries in a bigger way. Lots of meetings lately and in November I head to England for more meetings. So, with that said, I’ve been a busy, and very excited girl. More to come on that subject but really more importantly, it’s time to hear more from the next generation honeymooners…..)

September 13th, 1911, day has been cool and most of it has been spent looking about Columbus. We looked with interest at the Neil House where father and mother were 38 years ago. This evening we went to call on Mr. and Mrs. Mangold out near the University.”

September 14th, 1911, We packed up before breakfast this morning and took the ten o’clock car for Zanesville. It was my first interurban trip through that part of Ohio and there was a great deal of beautiful wild scenery. At Z. we got a little lunch and then went to the station where little Dorothy Mangold met us for a twenty minute play before train time. Helen Smedley and Helen South were to go away on the same train but they imagined us in safely in the South and there were two very badly excited girls when they saw us get off the train. We went home and began packing up in earnest for there was much to do. These accounts of our wedding were waiting for us from two of the Barnesville papers. Several more gifts had been received and we find it a care to pack them.”


27 Jul

Sally here: Well as promised, here is our previous author, Mary, her daughters entries which were written in the same diary as her mother, only 37 years later.


September 12th, When I wakened this morning the sun streaming in my window was full on the picture of the one who was, from this time, to share with me all sunshine and shadow. It was a happy beginning to our wedding day and I trust symbolical of what we hope may be a long life together. During breakfast it rained a little but the sun was still shining to me. The girls spent the morning decorating the house in golden rod and white clematis and arranging the bride’s table. At 9:15 the girls came in to my room to receive their pins and receive a final inspection of their dainty yellow and white dresses. Then Alfred came to my room and we had a few precious moments together before time to start to the meeting house. Our company consisted of Wilmer Steer, John Crawford, Clarence Fawcett and brother Louis for ushers. Helen Smedley, Helen South, Sara Negus, and cousin Ada for bride’s maids and sister Edna acted as Matron of Honor. Our meeting was a silent one until after the ceremony. I could but be thankful for this time of preparation and my prayer was that my life as wife might fulfill all the promises, we were so soon to make in their fullest meaning, and that I might meet as faithful and as bravely all the duties and responsibilities of my new life, as had the precious little mother whose first happy days are recorded in the first of this book. Thomas Deweese gave a very beautiful prayer near the close of the meeting and after another period of silence the meeting closed. He went directly up stairs where Alfred and I had again a few moments together before the others came in to speak to us. At 11:30 we formed a receiving line in front of a bank of golden rod and clematis and were duly congratulated, kissed and admonished by the seventy five guests. At twelve dinner was served, the bridal company were seated in the dining room together with Alfred’s parents and Uncle Will and Louisa who took the place of father and mother. The table was decorated with white clematis held in a large French basket tied with tulle. Lighted tapers tied with tulle were on either end of the table and tulle was tied to the sherbet glasses too. Ada painted the place cards and Aunt Sadie wrote them for us. The dinner was served to our guests on the lawn and throughout the house on trays. Everything was just as I had planned and wished it through the whole afternoon. Immediately after dinner the pictures were taken and we soon went to dress for the train. The girls came to help me and assisted with confetti in profusion which they poured over my dress, in my hat and my suit case. We expected some trouble so two sets of suit cases were packed but both were found and thoroughly roughhoused. The auto came at two thirty five and in a shower of rice and confetti we started with John and Alice to the train, dragging all the cast off foot wear about the place behind us. They expected us to take the Eastern train with them and posters in profusion were waiting for us but we surprised them all by dropping John and Alice at the station and motoring on to Cambridge where we got supper. After which we took the 7:03 for Columbus and went directly in a taxicab to the Chittenden. The day had been full and after working for almost an hour with rice and confetti we closed our first happy happy day together by reading St. John 14.”

18 Jul

Please forgive the delay again in my postings. I’ve been in the process of cataloging all my diary and letter collection and it’s a huge process but I’m loving it. I purchased two large safes, which holds about half of what I have. Heading now on a family vacation for a few days and hope to post a passage when I get back. Hope you’re all having a fabulous summer.

Summer Cataloging

18 Jul

Farewell Glance

9 Jun

(Sally here: Well, It’s been a while hasn’t since my last entry. I keep saying I’m going to get better but this new adventure of mine is keeping me pretty busy. Part of this adventure that I’m embarking on is that I’m in the process of reading, researching and cataloging all the diaries in my private collection; no easy task but I’m having so much fun doing so. BUT, I’m not giving up on my blogs and hopefully this new project of mine will enable me to share more and more diaries. I appreciate all your patience with me. And, on that note, this is the finally entry for Mary as she ends her honeymoon trip and what an amazing passage to end it with. But, really that’s not the end because remember as I stated at the beginning of this, Mary’s daughter then picks up her mother’s diary in 1911 to write her own Honeymoon diary.)

“March 4th, 1874, Yesterday and today we have been very busy making preparations for our final departure on the morrow. Have been packing nearly all day and tonight. I am weary.”

“March 5th, 1874, About ½ past 8 this morning after passing around to all the rooms, giving them a farewell glance, feeling that henceforward they belonged not to my home, I made my adieus to my dear mother, brothers, and sisters. I had left them many times before, but always with feeling that I should soon return and resume my place in the family circle. Now how different! Another spot, the home of him whom I have chosen for my life companion will claim me and feel it a pleasure as well as a duty to enhance his happiness and prosperity in every good work. After the last articles were placed in the wagon, father came in and in faltering tones said, “We are ready now.” Arising I pressed the hand and lips of each, but no words were spoken.”

Borrowed Light

21 Apr

27th, 1873 At King’s to help quilt. Zena Worthington and wife came while we were there. Father and J. J. came about 4. All took tea then J. J., Lib and self went to E. Crew’s to spend evening, which was very fine. Zena shed much of her borrowed light making the frost work glisten on the grass and everything so beautiful that our 2 miles walk home did not seem to weary us.”

(Sally Here: Is that not just an amazing passage. So incredibly visual. I would love to know more about Zena, and her “borrowed light.”)


5 Apr

I’m finally back from Texas. It was such an amazing trip (way too much to express here) so again I’ve picked up my own diary to write about my experiences. I’ve read thousands of diaries in my lifetime and figuring out “why” people write in their diary is one of the most fascinating aspect of reading other peoples diaries. As for me, I write to get things out of my head and off my heart, but of course that never works; somethings will always stay with you regardless of how wonderful or how painful….yet I still write.

And with all that said, I want to introduce you to Dorothy. I just found this diary a few months ago and this, her 1st passage, is so surreal. Her last words just blew me away, it was if she was talking to me……me a “girl of this century”


DorothySept. 13, 1919. A great many people have advised me to keep a journal saying that if one keeps a journal he will be more likely to find interesting events going on around him, so I, Dorthy, am going to keep this one. I am twelve, thirteen next month. I’m in my first year of High now and hope to be the rest of this year. I have a father and mother and a brother. Also a dear friend whose name is Sara Louise Spear. I met her at Hampton Beach where our family stays summers. She is a dear and I surely do love her. My best friend here at home is Marion Hansome now. I really like her very much although our friendship now is a bit strained. I’ve read so many books about other girls who kept diaries years ago who had them and then girls of this century found them. I would like nothing better than to have this book found and read after I am gone. I hope if such happens that the people who find it think it interesting.”

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