To day I am still at work at the ware house. My son Jimmy [James Wrigley Hall] is still sick. Frank Stewart was attacked with a severe hemmorage from the nose. I finally got it stopped with the assistance of Col. Wrigley by holding his arm perpendicular for about 30 minutes. Hicks hauled me 76 barrels of corn and threw it into my crib. Ed. Jones has recovered. Weather cloudy and cool.
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.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Monday, November 13th, 1865
To day I am still at work at the ware house. My son Jimmy [James Wrigley Hall] is still sick. Frank Stewart was attacked with a severe hemmorage from the nose. I finally got it stopped with the assistance of Col. Wrigley by holding his arm perpendicular for about 30 minutes. Hicks hauled me 76 barrels of corn and threw it into my crib. Ed. Jones has recovered. Weather cloudy and cool.
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