July - Thur. 26th 1877
I am afraid I will keep but a poor journal, "now-a-day" if I keep any at all. ---
Vidling came back from the Platte yesterday and upset all of our plans. -- Did not go to O---
Went off yesterday eve -- to the Rep. Valley with Mr. Beer. -- quite an unexpected crowd here yesterday. 1st "Vidling" -- then 2nd and thirdly Mr. Beer and Mrs. Curths. (don't know how to spell the name!) - (We were all in a turmoil - and I baking biscut with box-elder wood!! - Thanks to Vidling! --) Fourthyl, fifthly and sixthly, Mr. & Mrs. Doing and their olive-branch.
I wonder how long I can write? -- Write -- with such a precious, toddling "Brother" as I have to keep me company! ---
Ah, well! Let me try and look back! -- I have kept no written account of my life since Aug. 1875 - What events raise above the common level of that great, dead plain-leaving land-marks that no lime can ever efface? --
Oct. 5th 1875 I married David Coulter Ballantine. We were married at North Platte, Neb. -- Feb. following, we visited Mr. Ballantine's home in Lincoln, and I became acquainted with my new relations. We returned after a month's stay. That summer the sheep were driven to Lincoln. -- I went to North Platte in July. --
Aug. Monday night 21st 1876 Our baby was born. The papers spoke of him as a "beautiful, ten-lb. boy." Three weeks after we visited the Medicine - bringing Mamie with us. (She arrived from the South 9th Aug. 1876). We stayed three days, Vidling, baby and I. -- Then we left for Lincoln - leaving Mamie with Ma. We stayed the winter, Got back on the Medicine the last day of March.
April 21st Sunday night - 1877 - I lost my mother! For one week after we came she seemed well. Taken suddenly ill, and suffered great agony for three weeks. But I think she died almost free from pain! How I thank God for this thought. And more --- I believe she died --- what can I say? Were angel-voices whispering to her half-freed spirit the "beautiful story" she tried to tell me?
My mother was buried on "Sunset Hill," the 1st day of May. What can I say? - I have lost the most unselfish friend, the truest, the tenderest, that I ever had, or ever will have. One that was and would have been, the same to me, whether I was worthy or unworthy - always the same -- always true and utterly unselfish! What more can I say of my loss? -- Death has taken from me, what Life can never give again.Deepwood
Aug 2nd '77
My journal promises to abound in dates and blanks. ----- I am all alone this evening - except Baby, of course - (Asleep!)
Mamie has started out on horseback, alone, for Stockville. Coulter (pere!) has not gotten back yet. - Will be here this evening or tomorrow, I expect. -- We have gotten on without him nicely! Too busy to be lonely! Too busy to think. I wonder how many of us realize what a blessing work is? -------