It's been a rough day at the house. With Mary gone, as she was married just a few short weeks ago at the age of 15, it is up to my youngest daughter Anne, who is 9, and myself to take care of the house. I sent her to tend to the garden and water the vegetables and make sure the rabbits kept out of it. I went and fed the cattle and horses. Then we both ventured inside. I began the sweeping of the floors and Anne started her hour long sewing practice. Then we graduated on to wiping down the furniture, after which we soaked the dirty clothes in water and hung them out to dry. By the time we had completed these tasks, it was time to prepare dinner for when my two boys, who had been at school, and my husband, who had been working as a blacksmith, came home. We cooked a delicious stew of vegetables and beef and set the table. By the end of dinner, stacks of plates were ready to be washed by Anne and myself. When I finally got to bed, I was ready to collapse, as I was exhausted by the work of the day. Sometimes I wish we Puritan women could catch a break.
Until Next Time,
Elizabeth
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