It was strange to go to sleep last night without a word from Aunt Cora. But even stranger was awakening and knowing she was gone. Yet strangest of all was stepping downstairs to find my father alone at the breakfast table. The entire house feels empty without her here, there is a sort of loneliness…
We all awoke early this morning to bid my darling Aunt farewell. Even my father was up, in his robe. He always looks so strangely casual in his robe, I hardly recognise him. Nothing could ease our parting, and when she held me for the last time before getting into the cart that would take…
Dear reader, This is the the last day of having Aunt Cora home. I woke with a strange and formidable sensation in my stomach, as if the world would end at midnight. Then I remembered the awful truth: it was the last day with my favourite person. Till she comes back, of course. We spent…
Dearest reader, In my last entry I was most unsettled and profusely in despair. I am afraid my condition has not much improved, only now I can write. Of course I must relate what most awful thing has come about to cause such consternation. My aunt went to the post office two days ago and…
Dearest reader, I cannot even bare to write. My aunt returned with the most awful letter. Now I must return to her side while I can. More shall be related at a later date. Yours Truly (and most sorrowfully) Lena Digby
Dear reader, I am afraid I have missed writing these past two days. Aunt Cora has been entertaining me so thoroughly that I completely lost interest in this journal. My ankle is still awful and swollen and unable to be walked on. I have been laying on the sofa with a tower of pillows beneath…
Dearest reader, As you heard in my last entry, there are several very irritating starlings outside my bedroom window. When one has the chance to sleep in, they squawk most hatefully. I have asked them several times to leave in the most pleasant manner, but they still remain. Last night I even prayed about it…