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
We are excited today because we are going to have a new little girl come here to live. Father and Mother are going to be the guardians for a distant relative of Mother’s. Sarah lived with her family near Boston. Father told us the storm was much worse there than it was here. On the day of the storm, it got cold very quickly. We ran inside for our winter shawls. This is not the season for snow. At the beginning of the storm, it rained and then it snowed. There was thunder and lightening and very strong wind. The wind seemed to blow between any space in our house. It was never still. I knew there would not be a rainbow this day.
Father and the boys sat up most of the night. He feared the roads would be blocked by fallen trees. There were even parts of fences across the road the next morning and many tree limbs. A portion of our barn roof blew off. At least in morning Father was pleased that none of our chimneys had blown down. We have a very strong house. But we had never seen the likes of this. The fruit trees were cracking from the weight of the snow and the gusts of wind. You could hear the crack, crack, CRACK from inside the house. The fruit even blew off the trees. It was very scary and sad. I remember all the bees and blossoms of summer when Mother said we would have a lot of apples this year.
Mother’s relatives live near Boston. The steeple of the Old North Church in Boston fell down. Father met a man in the store and he told Father that some farms there lost all their fowl and livestock. In the harbor, the big vessels were damaged by the wind blowing them against the wharves. I hope the new ribbons for Father’s store were not on those ships. That is when Mother and Father decided to have Sarah come and live with us. Her parents have so many children and have lost much of their farm and crops. I know Sarah will be lonely. Perhaps I shall introduce her to Josh and Brent and they can be with her too. I will pick out my prettiest ribbon and give to her. I hope she brings her dolly. Your own rag dolly is such a comfort.