A December 1851 post in advance – (More on December 26th)

I know many of you have been waiting anxiously for Julia’s return. She writes a few entries for December but will resume her daily entries in January.

Happy holidays to all of our readers!

New York. December. 1851 19 Charlton Street.

Our first winter month has been full of inconsistencies.
Extreme cold followed by mild weather has been the course
of our temperature. One week of intense cold, froze our gas,
Croton, and left us in despair for these luxuries.
Then followed a snow storm with a few days of sleighing, to
be succeeded by a mild rain, equal to spring showers.
Colds and sickness follow in the train of this fickle
atmosphere, and but few escape influenza.
Mr H. and Remsen have been slightly affected, Louis ditto.
Christmas was a day of pleasure to all.
I made my preparations and laid in the presents for
this joyful occasion.
Mr. Hasbrouck was himself this year, and generous as
a prince. He laid in every thing good to eat, and
gave us plenty of good cheer?
I invited F. and Bell to dine with us, but she was engaged
to pass the day with her mother.
Mr. H. presented Louis and Remsen with a silver watch,
gold chain & key very handsome gifts.
To Julia & myself a rich bracelet, in his usual taste.

To mother a large inlaid case of of our family.

Actual daguerreotype cases of the Hasbrouck family

to myself a quantity of daguerreotypes in all cost $96.
These were our rich presents from our “royal St. Claus”.
I filled the stockings of the children, gave Julia perfume,
Louis gloves, and button loops, Remsen the same.
Sent Catharine & Maria, pocket handkerchiefs embroidered in black.
Sent three books for Edger & Remsen, Collen & pin for Anna.
The Star of Bethlehem a book for Sue Chanery.
A gold thimble to Isabella.
A pair of gloves to Mr. H.
Margaret & Ann, collars embroidered, sleeves, & work baskets.
bows of ribbon, my old velvet bonnet to M.
Every one with their present on Christmas, we could
not wait untill New Year.
A box of Raisins from Ferdinand, to me.
“Flowers of lovliness [sic]” an annual from Uncle F. to Julia.

Books from Uncle F. to Louis and Remsen.

We did not dine with mother on Christmas
as usual, our fathers death would make our meeting too
sorrowful. The children found the day long
The walking was very wet, but the day pleasant,
we dined alone
Julia made the most of this holiday, ten charming days.
Louis & Remsen also, they bought a sleigh to ride on the
ice on Christmas


Julia is back! November 1, 1851 -A month wrap-up

November. 1851. New York.
A fine month, not cold, but two slight snows.
Mr friends called on me, and the
time would have passed charmingly away, had not my lungs
been delicate, this is the draw back to my happiness.
Cornelius, Maria, the Dr, Benjamin, paid us a visit in this month.
Julia went to a party at Matilda Remsen’s. Annie Lawrence
came home with her to stay all night.
Mrs Howe, and her little son Lawrence dined with me.
Mr, Mrs Swain passed an evening.
The children became interested in their studies.
Mr [Parson] & Mr Van Winkle, recommend music teachers to Julia
I must decide.
Miss Wetherby and brother George paid is a visit of three days.
Mr Knowlton passed an evening. Mr H. [showed] him his “Wax
Lady”, an addition to our curiosities
Mr H. purchased black cloth cloaks embroidered for J & I.
$43. each . and gave me permission to get any other article
I wished, so I took a Comb. bag, sleeves &collars. Card. case
and so forth. G. spoiles me by his indulgence, but I try to do
and be all that he desires, as a poor return for his kindness.
Black uncut bonnets with thin edge for Julia and self in this

October 1851 – “The month wrap-up”

Thursday. 2nd October 1851.
Mr H. and the boys took the baggage to
the boat before light. Mr H. returned for Julia and myself, we took
the cars, and arrived safe at home be ten oclock. Mr Knowlton
handed Julia in the car; bade us farewell.
I was enchanted to get home, and found many fine improve
ments. Paint, Gas, new carpets, every thing in order.
Julia out of humour with the city, set off to dine with her
grandmother. She is difficult to suit.
This month was fine and I enjoyed my own home. A cold kept
me within doors for a week. We purchased our Mourning
and it gave me some trouble to get it made up.
Louis & Remsen were fitted with two new suits. Caps. Gaiters.
Our [Rouge] put in order.
The trio, returned to school in this month. Louis & Remsen
commence finely, Julia murmers and find study tiresome.

September 30 and October 1, 1851 – “Getting ready for the move back to the city”

Tuesday. 30th Sep. 1851. Sing Sing. N.Y.

Cool, high winds, and dark clouds like snow squalls.
The last day of September, and the last lingerings of
Summer. Louis took Mrs S. and Julia to Sing Sing. on their return
I went to Tarry town, and took Miss Sarah, with us. We left her
by the church, and had a charming ride back, nothing to mar
the beauty of the scenery. The woods look lovely, so gay & so fresh
since the Rain. I packed our trunks, to be in readiness for
a start. Julia went to call on Miss Reymes with Miss W. I met
them on the road. Invited Miss W. to take tea with us; she declined
her mother expected from the city, Julia went to the Cars with
them. I sat by a fire part of the day. my feet cold by turns.
Miss W. and her two brothers passed the evening. They sat untill
after ten oclock. We had music, and grapes, the piano out of tune,
made me nervous. I could not sleep after such [dissapation], my
feet cold, and frame trembling. Passed a restless night; dreaming of
wild horses and Tom W. The weather is cold, and I feel it more at
night, although I still persevere and lie on a mattress.Wednesday, will soon arrive and then I should see G; hope he will feel better, and ready to look after our immense
quantity of baggage. Louis, took his last ride on David, to the
village, met Julia with the W.s.

Wednesday. 1st of October. 1851. Sing Sing.
Beautiful day.
I prepared all the baggage.
Mrs Wetherby , and daughter, Mrs Ogiline and friend Mrs Smith, Debby Ann
called to bid us farewell. Mr Hasbrouck arrived, in good health.
We took our last tea with Mrs Swain. Went to bed, but not to sleep
Restless from the thought of our easy start, in the morning.

September 28 and 29, 1851 – “Reflections on a lost father and packing for the return to the City”

Sunday. 28th Sep. 1851.
Mist, and showers, with gleams of sun.shine.
Mr Hasbrouck. thinks himself bet.
ter this morning, his medicine affects him. Complains of a cold
numbness in his hands, and legs; he always feels this when sick.
It makes me sad to see him look so miserable, and thin.
Louis feels better to.day. I gave him a [Serdlets] powder. He behaves
very well.
Julia went to church in the afternoon to “St Marys”. had the honor of
shaking hands with the new Bishop[,] Dr Creighton, elected last week.
She walked home with the Wetherby’s; and Mrs Swain. Remsen took
Mr Swain to the boat. I slept two hours. like indian summer
no fire needed. Mr H. relished some broth for dinner; his mouth
bitter; and taste gone. His resolution to diet would be the finest remedy,
he does not pursue a good course of living.

Monday. 29th Sept./1851.
Lovely morning, clouds, and showers in the horizon.
Mr H. left in the nine oclock train.
He seemed a little better, but I felt almost nervous to go with him.
I am so fearfull he will get worse or be imprudent. How can I
wait until Wednesday, to hear or see him! Julia went to the
cars with him, Louis drove. I went to Tarry town, on their return.
It was charming to ride through the woods, the sun very hot.
Packed my trunk since dinner, the clouds dull, and very sad.
Compelled Julia to pack hers also, she is decidedly provoking.
Rain commenced to fall; I dread a long storm. I wish
my self at home and could see G. for an hour.
Remsen spent this day in fishing caught five and one eel. which
he ate for his_dinner. There is but little rideing [sic] to.day, every thing
is quiet and composed, I should like a gay friend to.night ; the coun[-]
try is charming, but we require some bright lively souls, to enliven
the scene. I have missed congeniality this summer, books are my
dearest resource, and never tire; get action and the human voice is
oft times needed to give life to the written words.
My father’s death, gives me much hidden grief. I think
and dream of him nightly. Sometimes he appears as in health, and
speaks and acts as in former days; and again I have thrown my
arms around him and felt as if my heart would break because
he must die. Then his long and patient suffering comes before me,
his lonely dying hour, and his wasted altered body, how it carries me
to my own, last hours. perhaps less blessed than his; poor Saint.

We sat around the table to sew this evening. I made a Cap for Julia.
She amused us by singing her list of darky songs, and seemed in fine
spirits, even Miss Sarah, was obliged to relax her prim face to a smile.
She thinks Julia too much of a trifler, and will not exercise her many
defects. Perhaps she sees [right]. I find her averse to any fixed duties.
and wish her less bright for society; and more bright for home.
We left the parlour at nine, I slept more comfortable in my own
room, than in the spare bed room.