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

Against the frost covered window pane, the sun seems magnified and most beautiful.  We are all happy to see the sun shine today and know that the falling snow has stopped.  Father came inside and declared the sun did not carry much warmth to it  though and blew on his hands to warm them.  He stamped his feet in front of the fire.  He said his toes tingled.

I hope the frost on my bedroom window does not melt too soon.  I pretend that I can walk among the ice ferns and snowflake crystal patterns on the pane and look for Josh and Brent in this glistening white forest.   The pane in the kitchen will melt much quicker than the pane in my room.

Father told me that Jack Frost is the one who paints the beautiful ice pictures on my window.  Sometimes he is called Father Winter.  I  find new pictures in the mornings.   I am the only one who can see Josh and Brent in our family and yet I have never seen Jack Frost.  Mother said he looks like an elf.   Sister sighed and wished she could have a veil with lace as  beautiful as the patterns on the window pane.  She is always sighing ……  I think Jack Frost must also crisp the leaves and blades of grass in late fall and hang the ice cycles in winter.

I asked Josh if he has ever seen Jack and he has not. Brent said he knew a little poem about Jack Frost:

Jack Frost by Cecily Pike

Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho, ho!
What fun I have had in the night.

by Mary Beekman

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