150 Years Ago Amanda Wilson Wrote — March 25 – 31, 1861.

Posted on Monday, March 28th, 2011

Amanda Wilson attended a funeral of a 7-year-old girl.

150 years ago Amanda Wilson wrote — March 25 – 31, 1861. Selected entries from Amanda Wilson’s 1861 journal.

March 25 (Mon.): A lovely day. Attended little Jennie Stevens’ funeral in the morning.[1] So young and so fair to die. Awakened very solemn and with serious feelings. May I live so long that when my summons comes I may be prepared to go. I think much of death and strive to live that I may walk the narrow path. Yet how unworthy of his approving smile. Will called in the afternoon with an invitation to Ed’s wedding. Evening, received Philopena present – from Mr. Bacheldor.[2] It went by express from Columbus, Ohio.

March 27 (Wed.): More rain today. Very busy until about 2 o’clock when I went down street to have a cake iced, which I made in the morning. I walked down and rode back. Evening Husband and I took a walk. Called for the cake and bought a can of oysters and catsup. Did not take music lesson. Retired early, feeling very tired. “Tired nature’s sweet restorer, balmy sleep.”[3]

March 28 (Thurs.): Pleasant bright day. Mrs. Bickham, her daughters, Emma and Ella, Miss Harriet Bell, Caroline, Sallie, Mattie Owens, Will, Minnie and Derb Hill dined with us and Christiana and George. A fine dinner. Ham boiled whole, roast of veal, oysters, vegetables of the season, oranges, lemon pie, and Mrs. B. brought a handsome bouquet. First one received at our house this spring. Evening, Obed, Caroline, Sallie, George, Mr. and Mrs. Kirby, and self went to Ed Bailey’s wedding in ‘Bus’ and came near being spilled out. Met Will and Minnie there, and others.

March 31 (Sun.): Spent forenoon at home with Obed, reading, etc. Afternoon we walked to Mt. Adams. A long and pleasant walk. Passed the house were Mother died. Twelve years since the larger half of our family dwelt happily there, under her tender care and gentle influence. How much we owe to our sainted mother.


[1] Jennie Stevens was a daughter of David Stevens, the attorney who lived at 309 Richmond St.

[2] Webster’s New Dictionary of the American Language (The World Publishing Company, New York, NY: 1968), 1099. A philopena was a game consisting of sweet nuts which had joined kernels. Partners would share the nuts’ two kernels and one person (the one who was unable to fulfill some given condition) had to pay a penalty to the other.

[3] This is a phrase from a poem by Edward Young (1683 – 1765) which has been used by many.

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