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
The wind was coming from the south today and the snow was beginning to melt and run off the roof and onto the eaves. The water thrummed on the roof over the porch and Josh and Brent and I went to the attic to look down at the new little ponds forming below in the fields. Josh told me he thinks spring is in the wind. Brent rolled his eyes and said “Spring CANNOT be in the wind, it begins in the soil.” I am not sure where it begins but I like the sound of the running, thrumming, drumming water.
Mother said I could go out of doors if I would be careful to step around the water and keep dry. She handed me new mittens. Sister had completed them yesterday. There is a left hand mitten and a right hand mitten. They fit my hands perfectly. I know they will keep my hands warm. I am going to try very hard to keep them dry too. Josh and Brent whispered in my ear that they would help me to take care. The wind seemed to make everything smell so very fresh and new. I spied a rabbit hopping near the barn. I wonder if he had ventured out to smell a moment of spring also.
As I neared the corner of the barn, I saw that the water was coming off the corner of the roof in a very narrow, tight coil that seemed to twist in the sun. It sparkled. I held my hands out to catch it and stoke the coil. Before long, my mittens were growing very, very heavy and they smelled like…..like…..wet sheep. They were sopping wet and my fingers were growing colder and colder. Brent saw me looking at my mittens and nudged Josh. He said, “Oh, Mary, what have you done?” Brent removed his scarf and Josh placed my wet mittens in the center. Brent rolled my mittens up in his scarf very tightly, round and around until most of the water was gone. I shall place my mittens near the hearth. I hope my hands will not be red or chapped in the morning; Mother would notice for certain……………………