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 is snowing here and the wind is blowing every where…………..even down the chimney. Mother told us father will not be able to get home tonight. Even the sleigh bells would not be heard above the howling wind. Brother tied a rope from the edge of the house to the corner of the barn. No one will lose their way while doing the chores and caring for our animals. It is beautiful to see the trees and posts covered in this white powder.
Josh and Brent came into the hallway downstairs stamping their feet and shaking wiping the snow from their eyebrows. Before Josh swiped at his eyebrows, he wiggled them. I giggled because he reminded me of father. I wish mother could see my dear ones, Josh and Brent. No one can see or hear them but me. They love being in our house, no matter what time of year it is. I wish they could live there. We have no room now.
Father told me about a waterglobe. It is a transparent sphere made of glass. Inside is a tiny scene. There is water inside and when you gently shake it, magical “snow” comes down from the top to the bottom. He said the snow is not snow at all but very wee pieces of bone chips or porcelain. It is made in France and it very new. I know he would like to be able to acquire one for his mercantile and maybe have a second one to give to Mother. He loves to surprise Mother with new things so she can show all her friends. Mother has many friends from her charity work and travelers that stop here along their way to somewhere else. We have a big road that is right out in front of our house. I would love to see one of those waterglobes. Perhaps, there will be one with a miniature of our house inside. I would wave from the window of my room. Josh and Brent know about them. I am not certain how they know of many things. They said their mothers always had one placed on a table for Christmas. Josh said his mother had one with a tiny tree inside. He would roll the globe round and round and make the snow swirl around the tree and not just fall from the bottom to the top. Brent’s waterglobe had a music box too. That would be so wonderful to both see and hear Christmas whenever you wished. I hope Father finds one from France before Christmas. I wonder where the bones come from? I wonder, too, if holding the waterglobe will make my hands cold?