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Mary and Autumn Morning
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Mary Beekman is a four-year-old ghost who resides in The Beekman Mansion, and considers Brent and Josh her “imaginary friends.” Follow Mary Beekman’s Diary each week to learn what it’s like to be a young child in early 19th century America.
It was cold in my bedroom when I woke up. And it was still dark except for the fireplace. I didn’t want to get up right away. I watched the shadows on the wall and ceiling. I pretend they are animals or flowers. My head was wide awake but I knew the floor would be very cold to my feet and the pot under my bed would be cold when I lifted my shift up. My night cap had fallen off and I didn’t want to raise the covers to find it!!! I heard the woman walking back and forward to add wood to the fireplaces in our bedrooms. I wonder what time she gets up.
Breakfast and laughing with everyone made me warm. The woman who helps mother at the hearth had red cheeks. She can always make the boys laugh and act silly. I will work on my crocheting today and then my sewing stitches. I am getting better at both and I am going to make Mother a pincushion for Christmas. The sun is coming out. Mother said if it warms up I can go sit near the kitchen door and blow bubbles. There is plenty of soapy water because it is wash day. She said it was a watery sun but I could go out for a while.
Sometimes I use a piece of pie stem or straw. I like to use a straw best because the piece of pipe stem tastes funny. It tastes like Father smells when he kisses me good night. If I soak the straw a little at the end where I put the suds and split it into four a little ways up, the bubbles are bigger. I like to blow a lot of bubbles when Josh and Brent are with me because they wave them all around my head. I am surrounded by round rainbows. It is like a fairy story that my Grand Mother tells me. It is about a princess who lives and dances in rainbows.
Great to hear from you Mary. Hope all is well. My puppy loves to chase the bubbles that my nieces blow, but she hates the taste when she catches one. Hope to hear more from you.