Thus closes my notes for the month of December and also for the year just passed and gone and now numbered with the things that were. Whether the Almighty will spare me to chronicle the daily events of the incoming year is more than I know but trusting in Him I shall enter upon the pleasing task, which is useful as a reference and may be profitable to those who have an interest in me.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Saturday, August 8th, 1863
To day the boys are still at work pulling fodder in the lower field. The little Major [James Hall Sharp] is still sick. The little woman [Margaret Hall Stewart nee Sharp] missed her chill and fever. Mother [Mahala Sharp Hall nee Roberts] came up and remained all night. I ground 17 bushels of corn. weather changeable and warm with indications of rain. Ther: 90°.
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