October 3
Laura M., age 15, North Carolina
October 3, 1997
Tim, Chris, Mike were talking about tripping, but I don’t think they ever did. Me and Ashley went home with Beck. Then the 3 of us went 2 watch the floats, etc. Dad picked us up at 5:30 and they ate dinner with us. We went 2 home-coming. Chris showed lookin’ 4 trips. I went home.
Anna L., age 75, Illinois
October 3, 1960
Cleaned part of kitchen back of stove etc. Lo shopped so took some things to Carrie. Baked our cake for Tues. eve. plus many other things such as a little ironing and scrubbed front porch.
Marcy S., age 14, Tennessee
October 3, 1938
Practiced. Mother still in bed. Met Mrs. Moore at the corner and she drove me to school. We went to chapel and the school band played. Usual classes. Cut out part of my blouse in Home Ec. class. At noon I ate over at George’s and we had a good time. Daddy came soon and ate with a Mr. Kirby (or something) who is going to take G., H., and I out to the rock quarry some Sat. George and A.B. walked with him to school because he goes that way to work. I met Elma so I walked with her. We were nearly late. Usual classes. At 3:00 I took my dramatics lesson from Mrs. Moore and soon (after school) Mary came down and waited for me. I did my dance step in the hall. About 15 till 4:00 I was thru and Mary and I went to town. I was supposed to go to Mossip school with a “gang” of boys and girls to see Barbara Lyons but I didn’t know where to meet them because at noon when I’d asked Helen to tell me after school I forgot about my lesson. Mary and I went to the library and then she walked up to the Pres. Church with me. She teased me about Bobby Morris and wouldn’t tell me what she pretended to know. He sat with her again at the ball game on Friday. Finally, after talking about a half hr. we parted, pretending to be mad. Mother has lost her voice. Mrs. McClure came over for a few mins. I helped Mother, practiced and studied and then wrote Betty Loft. Daddy came and listened to the radio. Mother Lane came for a little while. After supper I washed the dishes and prepared for bed. Then read till 8:00, when I turned on the radio and listened to the Lux Radio Theater’s version of “Another Dawn” with Madeline Carroll, George Brent and Franchot Tone. Very good. Afterwards Miss Carroll said she hoped there would be another dawn for the European nations in a long peace for a world which is tired of war. I thought it was very nice of her. Then I went to bed. Nice day. Cool.
Henry S., age 26, Michigan
October 3, 1887
It rained all last night and for some time this morning. I wrote a letter to Will Stevens and did a little practicing this forenoon. I put casing on a couple of windows up stairs. This afternoon I put battens on the barn so as to keep the wind of from Jimmie. It has been blowing a gale all day and is at it tonight. I went to the organization of the singing class this evening and then went to a reception for the new Prof. and his wife at Mr. Waters’ for a little while. Ordered some Billheads for Will Case.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)
Abbie B., age 22, Kansas
October 3, 1871
Wanted to wash yesterday, but the tub leaked, so I put it to soak. Baked with the new yeast, and the bread is a “perfect success.” Also baked ginger snaps. Mrs. Springer here to see if I would stay with the children while she went with the men on a hunt. Wrote letters until my hand got tired.
*(kansasmemory.org, Kansas State Historical Society, copy and reuse restrictions apply)
Cornelia H., age 26, North Carolina
October 3, 1862
Mail brought nothing new. The Asheville News failed to come. Mr. Henry was in Asheville yesterday & got a News. I quilted after reading all the papers.
*(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
October 3, 1667
Up, and going out of doors, I understand that Sir W. Batten is gone to bed on a sudden again this morning, being struck very ill, and I confess I have observed him for these last two months to look very ill and to look worse and worse. I to St. James’s (though it be a sitting day) to the Duke of York, about the Tangier Committee, which met this morning, and he come to us, and the Charter for the City of Tangier was read and the form of the Court Merchant. That being done Sir W. Coventry took me into the gallery, and walked with me an hour, discoursing of Navy business, and with much kindness to, and confidence in, me still; which I must endeavour to preserve, and will do; and, good man! all his care how to get the Navy paid off, and that all other things therein may go well. He gone, I thence to my Lady Peterborough, who sent for me; and with her an hour talking about her husband’s pension, and how she hath got an order for its being paid again; though, I believe, for all that order, it will hardly be; but of that I said nothing; but her design is to get it paid again: and how to raise money upon it, to clear it from the engagement which lies upon it to some citizens, who lent her husband money, without her knowledge, upon it, to vast loss. She intends to force them to take their money again, and release her husband of those hard terms. The woman is a very wise woman, and is very plain in telling me how her plate and jewels are at pawne for money, and how they are forced to live beyond their estate, and do get nothing by his being a courtier. The lady I pity, and her family. Having done with her, and drunk two glasses of her meade, which she did give me, and so to the Treasurer’s Office, and there find my Lord Bruncker and [Sir] W. Pen at dinner with Sir G. Carteret about his accounts, where I dined and talked and settled some business, and then home, and there took out my wife and Willet, thinking to have gone to a play, but both houses were begun, and so we to the ’Change, and thence to my tailor’s, and there, the coachman desiring to go home to change his horses, we went with him into a nasty end of all St. Giles’s, and there went into a nasty room, a chamber of his, where he hath a wife and child, and there staid, it growing dark too, and I angry thereat, till he shifted his horses, and then home apace, and there I to business late, and so home, to supper, and walk in the garden with my wife and girle, with whom we are mightily pleased, and after talking and supping, to bed. This noon, going home, I did call on Will Lincolne and agree with him to carry me to Brampton.
*(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.)