Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Lizbeth Aikin’s Diary Entry

Sunday, March 11, 1827

            Mama tanned my hide good tonight, but I don’t care. I mean I know it happened at the Lord’s Day gathering and all, but still. It was worth every lick ’cause now Henry knows how much I love him. I can’t believe Pa went and told on me or even that he just happened to turn around right at the very moment I kissed Henry. That's prob'ly the onlyest reason he didn't kiss me back none. What with Pa staring right at us, what else could my beloved do but push me away? I’m sure that he likes me, too. I can tell. So what if I am only fourteen, I’m as mature as I’m ever gonna get, and past ready to be his. Mis’ess Patrick Henry Buckmeyer. I can hardly wait for the day!