Wednesday, August 1, 1894
Grandma and Mattie did the washing. Gr. churned. Mattie fell down stairs this P.M. but did not hurt her only for a few moments. Grandpa, Frank, Mattie and I went to the funeral. Mr. Clark the Methodist minister conducted the service. Mrs. Snow and her sister came this P.M. Gen. Hill, Grace Williams, Marion White, Mary Graves and Jennie Baker sang. Marion or Jamie had not seen Uncle for some time. Mrs. S. did not send them word that Uncle was sick.
Thursday, August 2, 1894
Marion did not come today. We made mince and apple pies – also bread.
Friday, August 3, 1894
Clouds and showers. Rained quite hard the most of the night.
Mattie and I ironed did not finish. Marion came and we all visited with her a while. She stayed. Father came up with her.
Miss Phelps goes to Northampton this P.M.
John Ice cut his hand with his scythe.
Saturday, August 4, 1894
Cooler, clouds in the A.M. clear this P.M. Mattie & Henry picked high bush black-berries this A.M. E. & M. went to the village this P.M. Men finish haying today.
John Ice gone to Northampton.
Sunday, August 5, 1894
A beautiful day. We all went to ch. except Grandma & Prescott. Rev. R. S. Underwood preached text from Prov. “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.” Arthur called this P.M. Mother said that Mrs. Snow and her sister were in town Sat. They stayed at the hotel Fri. night. Henry stayed down and went to meeting in the evening. P.M. & E. went down with Papa.
Monday, August 6, 1894
Clear and cool this morn but hot later in the day. Mattie & E. spent the A.M. picking black-berries. Frank, Prescott and Mattie gone this P.M.
Wednesday, August 8, 1894
Mrs. Ice did the washing, the children stayed at home with their father. Mrs. Walshe came up on the electrics so Mrs. Ice did not stop to mop up. Frank went to meeting this eve.
Thursday, August 9, 1894
Very smoky. We had a little rain during the night.
The girls have done most of the ironing. Grandma made mince pies. We hear of fires in Cummington ch. store & other buildings burned.
Men fixing fence on the hill.
Grandma gone up there this P.M.
Friday, August 10, 1894
Papa, Prescott, Grandma & Mattie went to Goshen blue berrying paid for 40 qts.
Grandpa went on Walnut Hill with Mr. Christopher Clark of Northampton.
Sunday, August 12, 1894
Cooler. All went to ch. Prescott stayed down to mother’s. Mr. Hall and his two sons are boarding there for a few days.
Mattie took her clothes tonight so she could stay down and help mother.
Rev. Mr. Underwood preached again. Subj. “Opening the door of our Hearts to Christ.”
Monday, August 13, 1894
We canned the blue-berries, had 15 qt. cans.
Tuesday, August 14, 1894
Grandma commenced to wash. Mrs. Ice came and helped her finish – then she and Emma went after black berries. I took care of Willie & Grace. John went to N. with his brother. Grandpa, Prescott & Papa went to a “Raising” at Mr. L. Graves’s.
Wednesday, August 15, 1894
Grandma and Henry went into the west pasture after blue & black berries. Uncle Justin, Mr. & Mrs. Raymond came up with father this A.M. Mrs. R. stayed. Mr. R. came again this P.M. Emma and I did the ironing & baked bread. She and Grandma went to Walnut Hill – picked about 5 qts. of berries and got caught in a thunder-shower. Grandpa & Prescott were up there digging a few potatoes. Papa is not well.
Thursday, August 16, 1894
Cooler and clear air. Wm. C. Bryant’s great celebration in Cummington on this birthplace today.
Marion came yesterday. Mrs. H. is at work on my black dress.
William Cullen Bryant was a poet and long-time editor for the New York Evening Post. He was born on November 4th, 1794, but organizers thought it more fitting to celebrate the centenary of his birth in the open air, and so an August date was selected instead. From a New York Times’ account of the celebration: “Pleasant skies and the presence of distinguished speakers and poets, together with the desire to do honor to the memory of William Cullen Bryant, drew hundreds of visitors to this little town to-day, and the centenary of the birth of the poet was celebrated.
The exercises were held in a beautiful grove a few rods beyond the Bryant homestead. It was at this homestead that Mr. Bryant passed the last twelve Summers of this life, and here that he spent the days of his youth and young manhood. It was in these woods that “Thanatopsis” was written, and the rivulet of which he wrote still goes murmuring to the larger stream as it did in the days of his boyhood.”
The Times also quotes from the remarks of Prof. Charles Eliot Norton of Harvard University, who said of Bryant:
“In the long run, Bryant’s fame is likely to rest on a few poems. One of the greatest services which a poet can render to his people is to make their land dearer to them. This is what Scott and Burns did for Scotland, Wordsworth for the English lakes, and it is what Bryant has done for Western Massachusetts. The nature from which he drew inspiration was that of the hills, the forests and the streams of Berkshire and Hampshire Counties, and the character expressed in the poetry and its dominating sentiment were the descriptive character and the sentiment of the people of this region during his youth.”
Friday, August 17, 1894
Pleasant and warm. I rode down to mother’s when Prescott went after the ice. Uncle Justin is there yet. Marion only stayed one night. Papa went to Florence with the butter. Mr. Hall and his boys went on Walnut Hill. Grandpa, Prescott and Mr. Raymond went up with them.
I finished Grandma’s sateen dress.
Emma & Henry came from Northampton this P.M.
Wednesday, August 22, 1894
Very pleasant. Cooler last night – merc. at 45.
Grandma, Mattie and Emma went on Walnut Hill after black-berries.