Saturday, October 9, 2010

Tuesday, October 9th, 1860

Still at work on the carriage house. I sent Albert down to pick cotton. weather cloudy with occasional showers of rain.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Monday, October 8th, 1860

To day we raised the carriage house and commenced to weatherboard it in. weather cloudy & cool with North wind blowing.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Sunday, October 7th, 1860

To day the little woman went down to see her Mother & ? Harwell went to church. I remained home. weather clear & warm.

FYI . . . this date in 1860 was the little woman's 20th birthday . . . guess she decided to celebrate with her Mother . . . Margaret Annot Hall Stewart nee Sharp was born on this date in 1840 in San Augustine County, Texas . . . the date of her death is unknown at this time . . . her findagrave page is >HERE< . . .

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Saturday, October 6th, 1860

To day I laid off the frame for the carriage house and put Bill to framing. I went to Crockett & back, and at night I discharged Darby and sent him home. weather clear but rather cool.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Friday, October 5th, 1860

To day Mother came up to see the little woman. I put the boys to bringing lumber to build the carriage house with. weather clear & warm.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Thursday, October 4th, 1860

To day I made the boys haul the timber home to build the carriage house with. nothing of note to jot down. weather cloudy & wind from the north.

DAILY GAZETTE & COMET [BATON ROUGE, LA], October 4, 1860, p. 2, c. 3

Did'nt [sic] Dead-Head Him, Evidently. The La Grange (Texas) True Issue gives the following dismal descriptive sketch of a "one-horse show!"

A one-horse show passed through our town the other day, the principal of which was "Jo Bowers," and in this connection we have to record the dismal fact that we, together with other enterprising sightseekers, have been "taken in and sold."

Although the consoling reflection presents itself to our mind, that the wisest statesmen, the greatest philosophers and profoundest moralists, have, at times in their weak moments, been "humbugged," yet this consolation is no better than gall and wormwood, in view of the melancholy fact that we have been chiseled out of a hard-earned half-dollar, which we grieve to say, has departed forever from our heirs or assignees, and is now, in all probability, (horrid idea,) reposing in the unpoetical depths of the aforesaid "Joseph Bowers" pantaloons pocket. The over-curious mind may ask what we saw and heard. A proper appreciation of the singing was prevented by the generous applause of the admiring audience.

As to the dancing, we are not a good judge of dancing, but, in spite of our admitted incapacity in this respect, the idea would obtrude itself into our mind, that a striking similarity existed between this part of the performance and the motions of a youthful and light-hearted hippopotamus, disporting himself upon the sunny banks of the Niger.—Among the attractions of show was the "blue-coated" fiddler, who seemed to occupy a large space in the appreciative eye of the audience. The wonderful placidity and the calm repose of this young man, amid cries and yells made to attract his attention, filled us with awe and admiration. While he applied himself with commendable assuidity [sic] to his fiddle, his serene eye and unruffled soul disdaining earth's vulgar crew, seemed to have pierced the roof and wandered in must companionship to some distant star, and, perchance, if he did look at you, the disagreeable impression was left upon your mind that he saw through you and gazed into space beyond. These were some of the things we saw, and if we are out a little, the consoling consciousness is left of having contributed a mite to the modern muse.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Wednesday, October 3rd, 1860

To day I went down to see Mother. Put the boys to getting timbers to build a carriage house. weather changable & warm.