Images in the diary
Title
Images in the diary
Description
Anna's diary contained many illustrations that described her life in Van Buren Bay. This collection of images from the diary provides insight into Anna's life during the time period of the Winter of 1904-1905.
Creator
Smith, Anna Clift
Source
Original Diary
Date
1904-1905
Type
Illistration
Collection Items
Summer II
I will leave here in May. If what I really believe is true, this place will be one that no decent, self-respecting person will even enter, by the first of July. Isn't it pitiful horrible! I love this old place more than any other spot on Earth, and…
Summer
I will leave here in May. If what I really believe is true, this place will be one that no decent, self-respecting person will even enter, by the first of July. Isn't it pitiful horrible! I love this old place more than any other spot on Earth, and…
Pie
Dear Joe, Today I made a pie. It was a wond'rous pie! (Now you must take my word for it, It really is no lie). The filling first I stirred around, With sugar and with spice. (The recipe it called for milk, I substituted ice). Cloves, cinnamon and…
Ax
You may remember that the day we had our talk on the road to FredoniaI spoke of having two men at work cutting wood. Well, they loafed and fooled over the job in spite of my constantly urging them to hurry. The best wood was at the other end of the…
Water barrel
Last winter and the winter before I always had water hauled for me. This winter, also, I intended to do it, but it all came about in this manner: Mr. Jackway was busy fishing and couldn't do it for weeks. So I went to Mine Chousine and offered to pay…
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Fisherman's Hollow
I knew that the roads were drifting fast, but as I had walked down the beach I didn't realize how fast. My one hope was to get to Fredonia and back before they became impassable. Maybe you remember the two hollows on the Lake Road just before you…
The Bluff
In the morning the gale had died down a little and I then saw what I never expect to see again. The bluff, for yards back from its edge, was sheathed in ice - every blade and spear of grass stood up round and stiff in its coating of ice. The smaller…
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