Thursday. 14. January. 1841. Damp, drizzling day. Ground covered with snow, but not cold, like March. My cold almost well, took a little salts this morning. Sat sewing all day, untill [sic] my back.ached. A common complaint of mine, Garret says it is his inheritance too…
Gaiter boots, c. 1840
from his father. Mrs [Marriner], called for my “gaiter Boots”, Mr Anelli, wished them to copy. I practiced a short time on the piano. Children, all well, Remsen does not cough as much as usual. Mr H. read for me in the evening “Dr. Gold- Smiths Life.” Our evenings pass delight. fully, the children all safe in bed, Our parlour bright, warm, and comfortable, our- selves seated around the centre. table, with news.papers, books, and work baskets, to wile [sic] away the hours, both profitably, and agreably [sic]. This is the happy, contented manner in which our winters slip away, ere we are sensible of their termination; Seldom does an unkind look or word ruffle the placid current of our lives. A complete storm of rain & snow to night; it beats the windows furiously.
Rain and wind in Atlanta tonight. We are working on different projects, too. Family life imitates Julia’s today.
I agree, Jeanne, I find so many of Julia’s thoughts, comments and actions timeless!